Lyrics:

Men At Work

down Under

traveling In A Fried-Out Combie
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
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,

'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.'