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Travelling in a fried-out combie, |
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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, "Do you come from a land down under? (yeah) Where women glow and men plunder? Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover" |
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Buying bread from a man in |
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Brussels He was six foot four and full of muscles |
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I said, "Do you speak-a my language?" |
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He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich |
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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? (yeah) You better run, you better take cover" yeah |
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Lying in a den in |
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Bombay With a slack jaw, and not much to say |
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I said to the man, "Are you trying to tempt me Because I come from the land of plenty?" |
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And he said, "Do you come from a land down under? (yeah yeah) Where women glow and men plunder? Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? (yeah) You better run, you better take cover" |
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Living in a land down under (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? (yeah) |
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You better run, you better take cover |
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Living in a land down under (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? (yeah) |
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You better run, you better take cover (yeah) |
