11.Down Under
Lyricist：Colin Hay, Ron Strykert
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？
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder？
You better run, you better take cover'
Buying bread from a man in Brussels
Well he was six foot four and full of muscles
I said, 'Do you speak-a my language？'
Well he just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich
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'
You better run, you better take cover
Lying 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
Where women glow and men plunder？
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder？
You better run, you better take cover'
I come from a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder, yeah, yeah
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder？
You better run, you better take
You better run, you better take cover
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