Travelling 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

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

Lying in a

Den in bombay

With a slack jaw

And not much

To say

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

D o w n ~ u n d e r

Where women glow

And men plunder

Can't you hear

Can't you hear

The thunder

You better run

You better

Take cover

Do you come

From a land

D o w n ~ u n d e r

Where women glow

And men plunder

You better run

You better

Take cover

Do you come

From a land

D o w n ~ u n d e r

Where women glow

And men plunder

Can't you hear

Can't you hear

The thunder

You better run

You better

Take cover