Travelling in a fried-out combie
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-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't you hear, can't you hear the thunder
You better run, you better take cover
Yeah

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Lyin' 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, aaaaah

Do you come from a land down under
(Oh yeah, yeah)
Where women glow and men plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder
Aaaaaah
You better run, you better take cover

Living in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
(Yeah, plunder)
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder
You better run, you better take cover

Living in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder
(Oh, yeah)
You better run, you better take cover

Living in 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

Living in 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