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 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/
Do you come from a land down-under? Where women glow and men plunder, Yeah… thunder, You better run, you better take cover.
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.
Do you come from a land down-under? Where women glow and men plunder…
