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 & gave me breakfast
& she said

Do you come from a land down under
Where women glow & 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 & full of muscles
I said, ""Do you speak-a my language?""
He just smiled & gave me a vegemite sandwich
& he said

I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow & 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 an itchy nose & a subtle decay
I said to the man, ""Are you trying to tempt me
Because I come from the land of plenty?""
& he said

Oh, do you come from a land down under
(Oh yeah yeah)
Where women glow & men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover

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Writer(s): Colin James Hay, Ronald Graham Strykert