Traveling in a fried-out combie
On a hippie trail, head full of zombies
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-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
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,
"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."
.

5 comments:

Mel said...

Now, you'd think that'd take care of that song that's been stuck in my head, wouldn't ya...

*sigh*

Nope!
Apparently mine's suppose to stay stuck for better than a day.

A blessing on your head
Mazel Tov, Mozel Tov....
*humming*

I, like the view, still said...

see, I was thinking 1982. . .

autumn. . .

I was in Edmonton and I was having t h e t i m e o f m y l i f e!

I, like the view, still said...

blast, now I'm humming that annoying tune from that film about dancing dirty

think I'd prefer masel tov!

how about "if I were a rich man, dub a duba duba dubba dubba dubber dubber der. . . ."

;-)

Diva said...

Amazing song.
Amazing band.

Long live the 80s.

I, like the view, still said...

indeed, diva, indeed