Traveling 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?
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.
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,
Oh! 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.
