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
