Tr aveling in a fried ou t combie
On a hippie tra il, head full of zombi e
I met a strang e lady, she made me nervous
Sh e took me in and gave me
breakfa st And she said,
Do you come from a l and down under?
Where women gl ow and men plunder ?
Can't you he ar,
can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you bet ter take cover.
Bu ying bread from a man in Brussels
He was six foot four and full of musc les
I said, Do you spea k a my language?
He just smiled and g ave me a
vegemite sa ndwich And he said,
I come from a land down under
Where beer does f low and men chunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear
the thunder?
You better run, you bet ter take cover.
Ly ing in a d en in Bombay
With a s lack jaw, and not much to s ay
I said to the m an,
Are you trying to tem pt me
Be cause I com e from the land of ple nty?
And he said,
Oh! Do you come from a l and down under?
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear,
can't you h ear the thunder?
You better run, you bette r take cover.
