Down Under

Travelling 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
 Yeah

Lyin' 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.

Living in 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

Living in 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

Living in 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

Living in 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