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 muscles
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."
Sitting in a tin can
Far away from home, oh
Oh, cold and tired, I waited for a while
Sitting here eating a tuna sandwich
Wishing I was home to watch The Price Is Right
Oh, cold and tired, I waited for a while
Sitting here eating a tuna sandwich
Wishing I was home to watch The Price Is Right
I 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.
Walking 'round the corner there was a man there
A man with a flag, oh, waving in the air
I stopped to ask him, "Where are you from, man?"
He said, "I come from the land of sand."
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."