Down Under - Luude, Colin Hay

Traveling 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?”

And 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, 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

Oh!

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?

Ah

You better run, you better take cover

(‘Cause we are) Living in a land down under

Where women glow and men plunder

(Hear, thunder) Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder?

You better, better run, you better take cover

Living in a land down under

Where women glow and men plunder

Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder?

Oh, yeah

You better run, you better take cover

(We are) Living in a land down under, oh

Where women glow and men plunder

(Yeah, yeah) Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder?

(Yeah, yeah, thunder)

You better run, you better take cover