Travelling in the fried out combie on a hippie trail head full of zombie
I met a strange lady she make me nervous
She took me in and gave me breakfast
And she said
Do you come from the land down under?
Where women glow and men plunder
Can't you hear
Can't you hear the number?
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 any language?
He just smiled and gave me a vegimite sandwich
And he said
I come from the land down under
Where beer does flow and men chunder
Can't you hear
Can't you hear the number?
You better run you better take cover

Lying in the end in bombay
With the slack jaw and nothing to say
I said Are you trying to temp me
Because
I come from the land of plenty?
And he said
Do you come from the 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
You come from the land down under?
You better run you better take cover
Can't you hear
Can't you hear the thunder?
You better run you better take cover
You hear
Can't you hear the thunder?
You better run and take cover
Can't you hear
Can't you hear the thunder?
You better run you better take cover