Down Under

Traveling in a fried-out Kombi On a hippie trail, head full of zombies 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 you hear, can you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover, yeah" 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 "I come from a land down under Where beer does flow and men chunder Can you hear, can you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover, yeah"