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

You better take cover"

Buying bread from a man in Brussels

He was six-foot-four and full of muscle

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

He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich, yeah-yeah

I come from a land down under

Where beer does flow and men chunder

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

Well, you better run, you better take cover

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, yeah-yeah"

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, yeah-yeah