Down Under

Travelling in a fried-out Kombie
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

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 my language, brother?"
He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich

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 a lot to say
I said to the man, "Are you trying to tempt me"
Because I come from the land of plenty?

He said "Oh! 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"

We are living in the land down under?
Where women glow and men plunder? (Yeah-yeah)
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? (Ooh)
You better run, you better take cover