Karaoké Down Under Luude & Colin Hay

Travelling in a fried-out kombi

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 muscles

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 man chunder

Can't you hear can't you hear the thunder

You better run you better take cover yeah

Can't you hear can't you hear the thunder aah

You better run you better take cover