Men at Work to lose 60% of the songs income, because ONE riff is said to be a copy.
G'day not
here are the lyrics, with my interpretation underneath
Traveling in a fried-out combie
Driving around in a beat-up mini van
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie
On a Back-packing trip, hung over and spaced out
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
Met Pogle
She took me in and gave me breakfast
we sh@gged all night
And she said,
"Do you come from a land down under?
Are you from Australia
Where women glow and men plunder?
Where women are cute and men are rude
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 vegemite sandwich
He just smiled and gave me a marmite sandwich
And he said,
"I come from a land down under
Indeed, I hail from Australia
Where beer does flow and men chunder
Where lots of beer leads to an inordinate time on the dunny
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?"
Because I hail from Australia
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."
G'day not
here are the lyrics, with my interpretation underneath
Traveling in a fried-out combie
Driving around in a beat-up mini van
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie
On a Back-packing trip, hung over and spaced out
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
Met Pogle
She took me in and gave me breakfast
we sh@gged all night
And she said,
"Do you come from a land down under?
Are you from Australia
Where women glow and men plunder?
Where women are cute and men are rude
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 vegemite sandwich
He just smiled and gave me a marmite sandwich
And he said,
"I come from a land down under
Indeed, I hail from Australia
Where beer does flow and men chunder
Where lots of beer leads to an inordinate time on the dunny
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?"
Because I hail from Australia
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."
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