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."