Traveling in a fried-out combie           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."