Traveling in a fried out Convair
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, you from a land down under
Walkin' in a club full of women from down under
Can't you see I'm a man from down under?
You put me in a room,
you put me in a tent,
come on
I'm from a land up,
plus six floors above my toe
I speak in my language,
and you stop to give me a nice twitch
I come from a land down under,
where there's flow in the jungle
You better run,
you better take cover Flying in a tent in the middle of May
With a sweet girl and a much deserved bitch
I said, man, all your things are for me
She dragged me up the room,
nothing else can I say
I'm from a land down under,
where there's flow in the jungle
You better run, you better take cover