Traveling in a fried-out combie, On a hippy 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 speak 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." Lying in a den in Bombay,with a slack jaw and not much to say,said to the man " Are you trying to tempt me?" Because I come from the land of plenty? And he said..." Oh!!! 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."
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