Travelling in a fried-out kombi

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

And she said

"Do you come from a land down under

Where women go and man plunder

Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?

You better run, you better take cover"

Buying bread from a man in Brussels

He was six-foot-four and full of muscle

I said, "Do you speak-a my language?"

He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich

And he said

"I come from a land down under

Where beer does flow and man chunder

Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?

You better run, you better take cover"

Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?

You better run, you better take cover