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598 Men At Work - Down under (1982) 406
Traveling in a fried-out Kombi
On a hippie trail, head full of zombies
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 Vegimate 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
Livin' in 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
{Repeat to fade}
Traveling in a fried-out Kombi
On a hippie trail, head full of zombies
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 Vegimate 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
Livin' in 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
{Repeat to fade}
Ik dacht er net over om daar ook eens mee te beginnen, maar dat is niet meer nodig.quote:Op zondag 30 december 2007 00:42 schreef Ingetje79 het volgende:
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Die luistert tenminste, anders krijgt ie klappen
Make love, not war ☮
Dan moet je krabbenquote:Op zondag 30 december 2007 00:44 schreef MadMaster het volgende:
Hemel, kriebel aan m'n pemel...
I'm the patron saint of the denial.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
