Traveling in a fried out combie
On a hippie tra il, head full of zombie
I met a strang e lady, she made me nervou s
She took me in and gave me
breakfast And she said,
Do you come from a l and down under?
Wh ere women gl ow and men plunder?
Ca n't you he ar,
can't you hear the thunder?
You b etter run, you bet ter take cover.
Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was six foot four and full of muscle s
I said, Do you spea k a my language?
He just smiled and g ave me a
vegemite sandwich And he said,
I come from a land down under
Wh ere beer does f low and men chunder
Ca n't you hear, can't you hear
the thunder?
You b etter run, you bet ter take cover.
Lying in a d en in Bombay
With a slack jaw, and not much to say
I said to the m an,
Are you trying to tempt me
Because I com e from the land of plenty?
A nd he said,
Oh! D o you come from a l and down under?
Wh ere women glow and men plunder?
Ca n't you hear,
can't you h ear the thunder?
Yo u better run, you bette r take cover.
