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 sunder   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?"   And he said      "Oh! 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"      Living in 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      Living in 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      Living in 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      Living in 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