Crocodile Dundee In Los Angeles Page #8

along the Pacific Coast Highway.

[ Man ]|Sue, do you accept this larrikin...

as your wedded husband?

- I do.|- Mick,

do you accept this lovely lady|as your wedded wife?

No worries.

Fair enough.|I now pronounce you...

husband and wife.

[ Cheers And Applause ]

- Good on ya, Mick.|- All right!

It's official now, mate.|You're Mick Dundee II.

- Cool.|- Now I guess we'll wait and see...

whether you turn out to be|another Crocodile Dundee...

or Michael Dundee,|newspaper tycoon.

Oh, that's a no-brainer, Dad.

I'm gonna be|Crocodile Dundee,

hunter and rich owner|of a big newspaper.

I didn't raise a dumbbell.

Put this on for the photos.

- What for?|- You look like a dork in that suit.

- No, I don't.|- You should look like Crocodile Dundee.

No, I think my crocodile|huntin' days are over.

From here on in, it's...|"Mick Dundee, Private Eye. "

Nah. I'm kiddin'.

[ Women Yelling ]

##

# I come from a land|down under #

# The beer does flow|and men chunder #

# Can't you hear|can't you hear that thunder #

# You better run|You better take cover, yeah #

# raveling in|a fried-out combie #

# On a hippie trail|Head full of zombie #

# I met a strange lady #

# She made me nervous #

# She took me in|and gave me breakfast #

# 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 #

# You better run|You better take cover, yeah #

# Buying bread|from a man in Brussels #

# He was six foot four|and full of muscles #

# I said do you speak|my language, brother #

# He just smiled and gave me|a Vegemite sandwich #

# He said 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, yeah #

# Lying in a den in Bombay #

# With a slack jaw|and not a lot to say #

# I said to the man|Are you trying to tempt me #

# Because I come from|the land of plenty #

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