Written by Colin Hay/ Ron Strykert
Bm A Bm G A Traveling in a fried-out combie Bm A Bm G A On a hippie trail, head full of zombie Bm A Bm G A I met a strange lady, she made me nervous Bm A Bm G A She took me in and gave me breakfast And she said, D A Bm G A Do you come from a land down under? D A Bm G A Where women glow and men plunder? D A Bm G A Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? D A Bm G A You better run, you better take cover. Bm A Bm G A Bm A Bm G A Bm A Bm G A Buying bread from a man in Brussels Bm A Bm G A He was six foot four and full of muscles Bm A Bm G A I said, "Do you speak-a my language?" Bm A Bm G A He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich And he said, D A Bm G A I come from a land down under D A Bm G A Where beer does flow and men chunder D A Bm G A Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? D A Bm G A You better run, you better take cover. Bm A Bm G A Lying in a den in Bombay Bm A Bm G A With a slack jaw, and not much to say Bm A Bm G A I said to the man, "Are you trying to tempt me Bm A Bm G A Because I come from the land of plenty?" And he said, D A Bm G A Oh! Do you come from a land down under? D A Bm G A Where women glow and men plunder? D A Bm G A Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? D A Bm G A You better run, you better take cover.
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