Lyrics:

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? (oh 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.'