Traveling 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 muscle 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, yeah»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 saidOh, «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», ‘cause we areLiving in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder (yeah) Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder? (Thunder) You better-better run, you better take coverLiving in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder? Ooh, yeah You better run, you better take coverWhere women glow and men plunder
Can’t you, can’t you hear the thunder? (Can’t you, can’t you hear the thunder?) You better run, you better take coverLiving in a land down under (living in a land down under)
Where women glow and men plunder Can’t you, can’t you hear the thunder?