Traveling in a fried-out crombie...

On a hippie trail, head full of zombie.

[sub]Shut up! I like sing-along threads. And this song has been in my head all freakin’ day![/sub]

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?

[sub](Um, I think it’s a fried out Kombi)[/sub]

Can you hear?
Can you hear that thinder?

Thanks for the song Lindy. I hate you.
-Rue. (I’m over the hate now)

You’d better run
You’d better take cover.


Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was 6 foot 4 and full of muscles

I said do you speaka my language,
He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich.
It’s scary - I haven’t heard this song in yearsand I’m doing it from memory…

And he said, oh
Do you come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men chunder…

Can you hear, can you hear the thunder?
You better better run, you better take cover.

You know, I wasn’t completely sure about that. I thought I remembered it right, but I was prepared not to have. Oh, well…
:flute solo:

Lyin’ in a den in Bombay
With a slack jaw and not much to say…

[sub]I have this album - and Cargo - on vinyl. I’m damn proud of it, too![/sub]

OK, I’ve at least got to make sure the last verse gets finished…

I said to the man, “Are you trying to tempt me? Because I come from the land of plenty.”

And he said…
Who can it be now?