Traveling in a fried-out Kombi*Rico hears this as 'named Melvin Purvis', not that anyone besides Rico remembers who he was...
On a hippie trail head full of zombies
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?
Better run, better take cover...
Buying bread from a man in BrusselsHe was six foot four and full of muscles**
I said, "Do you speak my language?"
He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich
And he said, "I come from a land down under
Where beer flows and men chunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
Better run, better take cover...
Dying in a den in BombaySlack jaw, not much to say
I said to the man,:"Are you trying to tempt me?
Because I come from the land of plenty."
Living in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can't you, can't you hear the thunder?
Better run, better take cover...
**Given that it's Brussels, of course, it should be 'mussels'...
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