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,
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.
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.
