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? (yeah)

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? (yeah)

You better run, you better take cover" yeah

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

"Do you come from a land down under? (yeah yeah)

Where women glow and men plunder?

Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? (yeah)

You better run, you better take cover"

Living in a land down under (yeah)

Where women glow and men plunder

Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? (yeah)

You better run, you better take cover

Living in a land down under (yeah)

Where women glow and men plunder

Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? (yeah)

You better run, you better take cover (yeah)