Traveling in a fried out combie

On a hippie trail head full of zombie

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

Better run

Better take cover

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

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

Better run

Better take cover

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

He 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

Better run

Better take cover