Men at work: Land down under

Travelling in a friedout combie On a hippie trail, head full of zombie I met a strange lady, she made me nervous She took me in and gave me breakfast And she said, Do you come from a land down under Where women glow and men plunder Can t you hear, can t you hear the thunder You better run, you better take cover. Buying bread from a man in brussels He was six foot four and full of muscles I said, do you speaka my language He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich And he said,