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 tall 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

Living in a land down under
Where women glow and man plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover

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