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| Автор | нaвиk, aмa (Нерегистриран) | |
| Публикувано | 07.11.03 14:42 |
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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."
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