Traveling in a fried-out combie

On a hippie trail, head full of zombie

I met a strange old lady, and she made me nervous

She took me in and gave me breakfast

And she said,

Do you come from a land down under

Where the women glow and men shall plunder

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

Ooh you better run, you better take cover

Buying bread from a man in brussels

He was six foot four and full of muscle

Well i says to the man, 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 the beers flow and the men chunder

Could you hear, could you hear the thunder

Ooh you better run, oh you better take cover

Ooh you better run, you better take

I was lying in a den in bombay

With a slack jaw, and not much to say

I says to the man, are you trying to tempt me

Because i come from

Because i come from

Because i come from

Because i come from

Because i come from

Because i come from

Because i come from

Because i come from

Because i come from

Because i come from the land of plenty

And he says,

I come from a land down under

Ooh where the beers flow and the men chunder

Could you hear, could you hear the thunder

Well you better run, you better take cover

Ooh you better run, you better take cover

Ooh you better run, you better take cover

You better run, you better take cover

Ooh you better run, you better take cover