Travelling 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 muscle
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
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
Ooh 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
Livin' 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
Livin' 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
Livin' 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