| Traveling in a fried-out Kombi
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| On a hippie trail, head full of zombie
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| I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
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| She took me in and gave me breakfast
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| And she said
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| Do you come from a land down under?
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| Where women glow and men plunder
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| Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder?
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| You better run, you better take cover
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| Buying bread from a man in Brussels
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| He was six-foot-four and full of muscle
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| I said, “Do you speak-a my language?”
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| And he just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich
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| And he said
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| I come from a land down under
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| Where beer does flow and men chunder
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| Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder?
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| You better run, you better take cover, yeah
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| Lyin’ in a den in Bombay
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| With a slack jaw, and not much to say
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| I said to the man, “Are you trying to tempt me?
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| Because I come from the land of plenty”
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| And he said
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| Oh! |
| You come from a land down under? |
| (Oh, yeah, yeah)
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| Where women glow and men plunder
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| Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder? |
| Ah
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| You better run, you better take cover
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| (‘Cause we are) Living in a land down under
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| Where women glow and men plunder
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| (Hear, thunder) Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder?
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| You better, better run, you better take cover
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| Living in a land down under
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| Where women glow and men plunder
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| Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder? |
| Oh, yeah
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| You better run, you better take cover
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| (We are) Living in a land down under, oh
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| Where women glow and men plunder
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| (Yeah, yeah) Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder? |
| (Yeah, yeah, thunder)
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| You better run, you better take cover |