Travelling 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
And she said
Do you come from a land down under


Where women glow and man 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-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 man chunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover