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.
( ) (2x)
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.
( ) (4x)
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.