Down Under Men Without Hats
[Em] traveling in a [D]fried out kombie--[Em]-, [C] [D]
[Em] on a hippy trai[D]l head full of zom[Em]bie.[C] [D]
[Em] I met a strange[D] lady, she made me [Em]nerv[C]ou[D]s.
[Em] she took me [D]in and gave me break[Em]fast, and she[C] s[D]aid
[G] Do you come from a [D]land down unde[Em]r--- [C] [D]
[G] where women gl[D]ow and men plund[Em]er? [C] [D]
[G] cant ya hear can ya h[D]ear the thun[Em]der--[C]- [D]
[G]you better run, you be[D]tter take cov[Em]er---[C] [D]
Buying bread from a man in Brussels,
he was six foot four and full of muscles.
I said do you speak 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.
cant you hear cant 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:
Never medel in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.
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Actually, this was by Men at Work, not Men without Hats ...