Men at Work | Down Under

words and music by Colin Hay and Ron Strykert

intro (steel drums):
E---9-9-9----9-9-9-------|---9-9-9----9-9-9--------|
B---------8----------8----|---------8----------8----|
G-----------9-----------9-|-----------9-----------9-|
D-------------------------|-------------------------|
A-------------------------|-------------------------|
E-------------------------|-------------------------|

reggae rhythm
(flute):
     Bm                     A              Bm  G A 
E--2--0-----------------|-----------|
B-------3-0------2--0---|-----------|
G-------------2---------|-----------|
D-----------------------|-----------|
A-----------------------|-----------|
E-----------------------|-----------|

     Bm                     A              Bm  G A 
E--2--0-----------------|--2-2-2-2-3--3-3-2----2-----|
B-------3-0------2--0---|--------------------3----3---|
G-------------2---------|-----------------------------|
D-----------------------|-----------------------------|
A-----------------------|-----------------------------|
E-----------------------|-----------------------------|

verse:
Bm                  A                        Bm G A
Traveling in a fried-out combie
Bm              A                          Bm      G A
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie
Bm                    A      Bm                           G   A
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
Bm               A                      Bm          G
She took me in and gave me breakfast
       A
And she said,

chorus:
D                               A                         Bm G A
"Do you come from a land down under?
D                    A                           Bm G A
Where women glow and men plunder?
D                                     A                        Bm G A
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
D                            A                         Bm G A
You better run, you better take cover."

repeat flute intro:
| Bm A | Bm G A | 2x

verse:
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
And he said,

chorus:
"I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men chunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover."

flute solo:
| Bm A | Bm G A | 4x
| D A | Bm G A |

verse:
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,

chorus:
"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."

repeat and fade