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| traveling in a | fried out kombie-- | -, |
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| on a hippy trai | l head full of zom | bie. |
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| I met a strange | lady, she made me | nerv | ou | s. |
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| she took me | in and gave me break | fast, and she | s | aid |
| CHORUS 1: |
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| Do you come from a | land down unde | r--- |
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| where women gl | ow and men plund | er? |
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| cant ya hear can ya h | ear the thun | der-- | - |
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| you better run, you be | tter take cov | er--- |
| VERSE 2: |
| 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: |
| CHORUS 2: |
| 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. |
| VERSE 3: |
| 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: |
| CHORUS 1 |
| Never medel in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup. |