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
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?"
And he just smiled and gavе me a Vegemitе 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, yeah
Lyin' 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! 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? Ah
You better run, you better take cover
('Cause we are) Living in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
(Hear, thunder) Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better, better run, you better take cover
Living in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? Oh, yeah
You better run, you better take cover
(We are) Living in a land down under, oh
Where women glow and men plunder
(Yeah, yeah) Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
(Yeah, yeah, thunder)
You better run, you better take cover
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