Lyrics Down Under - Funeral Dress

Down Under

Travelling 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?»
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
Slack jaw, 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.»