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?
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
Six foot four and full of muscles
I said, 'Do you speak my language?'
He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich
He said

I come from a land down under
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?'
He said

Oh! Do you come from a land down under?
Women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover

Do you come from a land down under?
Women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover

Do you come from a land down under?
Women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover