Down Under Men at Work / Business as Usual 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 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 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