Traveling 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
And 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 "
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
"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 "
Lyin' 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 "
And 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
You better run you better take cover "
Yeah
Living in 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
Living in 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
Living in 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
