Land Downunder

Traveling in a fried-out combie

On a hippie trail head full of zombie

I met a strange lady, she made me nervous

And 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 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

Dying 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, 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?"

(Oh)

"You better run, you better take cover"

'Cause we are livin' 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 run, you better take cover

Livin' in a land down under

Where women glow and men plunder

Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?

(Ooh yeah)

Then I run and then I take cover

We are livin' in a land down under

Where women glow and men plunder

Can't you, can't you hear the thunder?

Then I run then I take cover

Livin' in a land down under

(Livin' in a land down under)