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,


&ampquot;do you come from a land down under?

Where women glow and men plunder?

Cant you hear, cant you hear the thunder?

You better run, you better take cover.&ampquot;


Buying bread from a man in brussels

He was six foot four and full of muscles

I said, &ampquot;do you speak-a my language? &ampquot;

He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich

And he said,


&ampquot;i come from a land down under

Where beer does flow and men chunder

Cant you hear, cant you hear the thunder?

You better run, you better take cover.&ampquot;


Lying in a den in bombay

With a slack jaw, and not much to say

I said to the man, &ampquot;are you trying to tempt me

Because I come from the land of plenty? &ampquot;

And he said,


&ampquot;oh! do you come from a land down under? (oh yeah yeah)

Where women glow and men plunder?

Cant you hear, cant you hear the thunder?

You better run, you better take cover.&ampquot;