Lyrics
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 to me and gave me breakfast
She said
Did you come from a land down under?
Women glow and men chunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear that thunder?
Can I run, can I take cover?
Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was six foot four, full of muscle
I said, "Do you speak my language, brother?"
He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich
He said
"I come from a land down under"
"Where beer does flow and men chunder"
"Can't you hear, can't you hear that thunder?"
"Now I run, you better take cover"
Alright
Hey whoa-oh (hey whoa-oh)
Hey whoa-oh (hey whoa-oh)
Hey whoa-oh (hey whoa-oh)
Hey whoa-oh (hey whoa-oh)
Hey whoa-oh (hey whoa-oh)
Hey whoa-oh (hey whoa-oh)
Hey whoa-oh (hey whoa-oh)
Hey whoa-oh-oh
Lying in a den in Bombay
With a sledgehawk and a man I like to see
I said to the man are you trying to tempt me?
(He said, "I come from a land down under")
He said, "I come from a land down under"
"Where beer does flow and men chunder"
"Can't you hear, can't you hear that thunder?"
"Now I run, you better take cover"
'Cause we are living in the land down under
Where women love, women plunder
Did you hear, did you hear that thunder?
You better run, you better take cover
One more time, we go
Living in the land down under
Where women love, women plunder
Did you hear, did you hear that thunder?
You better run, you better take cover
Alright
Hey, thank you, Los Angeles
Thank you, Los Angeles
Thank you (go, hey!)