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Travelling 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,
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"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
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Buying bread from a man in Brussels He was six foot four and full of muscles I said, "Do you speak-a my language?" He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwichAnd he said,
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"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."
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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,
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"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."
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