A Room Down Under

by Men Not at Work

(The rewrite of "Down Under" by Men at Work)

Living at home with my mommy On a welfare trail, gaming with zombies I met a strange lady, she made me nervous She interviewed me after breakfast And she said

Do you live in a room down under Where there's B.O. and government plunders Can't you see, can't you see your blunder You better run back to your mother

Playing Fortnight with a man in Brussels With stimulus checks and not much hustle I said you speak a my language He just smiled at me and ate his veggie wrap sandwhich And he said

I live in a room down under Where mold does grow and people wonder Cant you see, can't you see my plunder? You better run from all the dust and clutter

Lazy in a den in LA With an XBox and no bills to pay And I said to the man, "You're just like me" Because I plunder the land of plenty And he said

I live in a room down under Where there's B.O. and government plunders Can't you see, can't you see my blunder? I gotta run back to my mother