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, "Look, Mr. Hay. I understand your confusion, since the majority of our population speaks French and Dutch. But you do realize you're in a coffee shop in the lobby of the Australian Embassy in Brussels, don't you? You were invited here - an invitation that came to you in English, I might add. Shouldn't you assume we "speak-a" your language here? I mean come on! You know what? I don't have time for this. Just eat your Vegemite and be on your way. But first, please sign this. No, not the receipt. This pre-release promotional copy of Business as Usual. I'm a big fan of your work, primarily because I myself am an Australian. Which is to say 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."