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 them thunder?

You better run, you better take cover"

Man ran 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 the beaters blow and men plunder

Can't you hear, can't you hear them 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, "Gentleman, are you trying to tempt me?

Because I come from a land of plenty"

And he said, "Oh, so you come from a land down under (Oh yeah yeah)

Where women glow and men plunder

Can't you hear, can't you hear them thunder? (Ah come on)

You better run, you better take cover

Living in a land down under (Ah come on)

Where women glow and men plunder

Can't you hear, can't you hear them thunder? (Oh yeah)

You better run, you better take cover"