Down Under

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