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