Men At Work - Down Under

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Travelling in a fried-out combie,
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On a hippie trail, head full of Zombies
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I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
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She took me in and gave me breakfast

CHORUS1:
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Do you come from the land down under
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Where woman glow and man plunder
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Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder
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You better run, you better take cover

Repeat chords for remaining verses

Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was six-feet-four and full of muscles
I said: "Do you speak my language?"
He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich

CHORUS2:
I come from the 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
Said to the man: "Are you trying to tempt me,
Because I come from the land of plenty ?"


CHORUS2