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, ye-aah Lyin' 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? (oh yeah, yeah) Where women glow and men plunder Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? Aah You better run, you better take cover Living in the land down under Where women glow and men plunder Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? (Can't you hear thunder?) You better run, you better take cover Living in the land down under Where women glow and men plunder Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? Oh, yeah You better run, you better take cover, e-ah Living in the land down under, oh-ooh Where women glow and men plunder Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? (Ya-ya, ya-ya, yaa, thunder) You better run, you better take cover Living in the land down under Living in the land down under