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?" 
And he said, 
"Oh! 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? 
You better run, you better take cover."