Traveling in a fried-out kombi 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? 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 Six foot four and full of muscles I said, "Do you speak my language?" He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich He said I come from a land down under 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?" He said Oh! Do you come from a land down under? 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? 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? Women glow and men plunder? Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover