Down Under

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 smild and gave me a Vegmite 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, oh yeah
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 Bundy!»
And he said
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? Woaah
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
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