Travelling in a friedout combie
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on a hippie trail head full of zombie
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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 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 can’t you hear the thunder
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you better run you better take cover”
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Buying bread from from a man in Bruselles
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He was six-foot-four and full of muscles
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I said: “Do you speak my language?”
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He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich. 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 can’t you hear the thunder
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you better run you better take cover”
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Lying in a den in Bombay
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With a slack jaw and not much to say
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I said to the man: “Are you trying to tempt me?
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Because I come from the 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 can’t you hear the thunder
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you better run you better take cover”
