Travelling 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

She said, "Do you come from a land down under

Where women glow and men plunder?

Can't you hear, can't you hear that thunder?

You better run, you better take cover

You better run and you better take cover"

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Buying bread from a man in Brussels

He was six foot four and full of muscles

I said, "Do you speak-a my language?"

And he just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich

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 that thunder?

You better run, you better take cover

You better run and you better take cover"

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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, "Do you come from a land down under?

Do you come from a land down under?

Do you come from a land down under?

Do you come from a land down under?

Do you come from a land down under

Where women glow and men plunder?

Can't you hear, can't you hear that thunder?

You better run, you better take cover

You better run and you better take cover"

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