Lyrics

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 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 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 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 I come from a land down under You better run, you better take cover" (You better take cover) Traveling in a fried-out Kombi On a hippie trail, head full of zombie (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) (Do you come from a land down under? You better run, you better take cover) (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 You better run, you better take cover)
Writer(s): Colin James Hay, Ronald Graham Strykert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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