Travelling in a fried-out Kombi 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' (x4)