על מנת להדפיס שירים יש להתחבר או להירשם קודם
Men at work - Land Down Under
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Travelling in a fried-out kombi
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On a hippy trail
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Head full of zombie
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I met a strange lady
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She made me nervous
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She took me in
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And gave me breakfast,and she said
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Do you come from a land down under
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Where women glow,and men plunder
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Can't you hear ?
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Can't you hear the thunder?
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U better run,you better take cover
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Buying bread from a man in
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Brussels, he was
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Six foot four and full of muscles
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I said:do you speak-a my language?
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He just smiled and gave me
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A Vegemite sandwich, and he said
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I come from a land down under
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Where beer does flow
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And men chunder
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Can't you hear ?
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Can't you hear the thunder?
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U better run,you better take cover
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Lying in a den in Bombay
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With a slack jaw
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And not much to say
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I said to the man:
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Are you trying to tempt me?
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Because I come from the
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Land of plenty, and he said
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Do you come from a land down under
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Where women glow,and men plunder
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Can't you hear ?
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Can't you hear the thunder?
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U better run,you better take cover
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Do you come from a land down under
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Where women glow,and men plunder
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Can't you hear ?
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Can't you hear the thunder?
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U better run,you better take cover
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