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.""
Lying 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,
""Oh! Do you come from a land down under? (oh yeah yeah)
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover.""