Men At Work Down Under

Traveling 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 sixfootfour and full of muscles I said, do you speaka my language He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich And he said I come from a land down under Where beer does flow and men chunder Can t you hear, can t you hear the thunder You better run, you better take cover, yeah Lyin in a den in Bombay With a slack jaw, and not much to say I said to the man, are you trying to tempt me Because I come from the land of plenty And he said Do you come from a land down under (oh yeah yeah) Where women glow and men plunder Can t you hear, can t you hear the thunder You better run, you better take cover Living in a land down under Where women glow and m