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 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-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."