[ Featuring Rat City ]
Traveling in a fried-out Kombi
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
Traveling in a fried-out Kombi
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, yeah
I come from a land down under
You better run, you better take cover
Traveling in a fried-out Kombi
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie
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
Do you come from a land down under
You better run, you better take cover
I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men chunder
(Where beer does flow and men chunder)
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover
(You better run, you better take cover)
