Traveling in a fried-out combie

On a hippie trail, head full of zombie

I met a strange lady, she made me nervousShe 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

Do you come from a land down under? (Oh, no)

Where women glow and men plunder?

Can't you hear, can′t you hear the thunder? (Thunder)

You better run, you better take cover

I come from a land down under (oh, no)

Where women glow and men plunder

Can′t you hear, can't you hear the thunder?

You better run, you better take cover

Do you come from a land down under? (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 (oh, cover)

I come from a land down under

Where women glow and men plunder