Down Under - Bradleys

Travelling in a fried-out Kombi

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 muscle

I said, «Do you speak-a 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

Slack jaw, 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

«Oh!

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.»