Traveling in fried out combie On a hippie trail, head full of zombie I met a 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. Lying in a den in Bombay With a slack jaw, and not much to say I said "Are you trying to tempt me Because I come from the land of plenty?" 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? 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? 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? Can´t you hear, can´t you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover.
