Down Under

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
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
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

Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder
You better run, you better take cover