Down Under

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 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, ye-aah

Lyin' 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? Aah
You better run, you better take cover

Living in the land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? (Can't you hear thunder?)
You better run, you better take cover

Living in the land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? Oh, yeah
You better run, you better take cover, e-ah

Living in the land down under, oh-ooh
Where women glow and men plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?

You better run, you better take cover

Living in the land down under
Living in the land down under