Party Time

DOWN UNDER Traveling in a friend-out combie On a hippy 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 He said, Do you speak-a my language? He just smiled and gave my a vegemite sandwich And he said I come from a land down under Where beer does flow and men chunder 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.

I hope you enjoyed the party.                     BYE