Traveling in a fried-out Kombie
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 a
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!

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...

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! Yeah!

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!