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?“
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, yeah“
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? (Ooh, 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, ′cause we are
Living in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder (yeah)
Can’t you hear, can′t you hear the thunder? (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? Ooh, yeah
You better run, you better take cover