Traveling 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."

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?"
He said, "Oh, do you come from the land down under?" Ohh yea,yea,
Where women glow and men plunder.
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover." (5x)

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