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 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 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 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