Travelling in a fried out 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 the 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-a my language?"
He just smiled and gave me a vegimite sandwich.
And he said,
"I come from the 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 nothing to say,
I said, "Are you trying to tempt me,
Because I come from the land of plenty?"
And he said,
"Do you come from the 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.
You come from the land down under?
You better run, you better cover.
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better cover.
You hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run and take cover.
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, You better take cover." |
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