Down Under

Travelling in a fried-out Kombi
 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 muscle
 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."