Traveling 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 a land down under? Where women glow and men plunder? Cant you hear, cant 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 Vegemite sandwich And he said I come from a land down under Where beer does flow and men chunder Cant you hear, cant 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? Cant you hear, cant you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover Living in a land down under Where women glow and men plunder Cant you hear, cant you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover Living in a land down under Where women glow and men plunder Cant you hear, cant you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover Living in a land down under Where women glow and men plunder Cant you hear, cant you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover Living in a land down under Where women glow and men plunder Cant you hear, cant you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover youtu.be/XfR9iY5y94s
Posted on: Thu, 12 Jun 2014 16:03:13 +0000
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