Down Under

Travelling 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"
 Yeah
 Lyin' 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."
 Living in 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
 Living in 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
 Living in 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
 Living in 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