Down Under





Travelling in a fried-out combie

On a hippie trail, head full of zombie

I met a strange lady, she made me nervous

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, full of muscles

I said, "Do you speak-a my language?"

He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich

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."



Lying in a den in Bombay

With a slack jaw, not much to say

I said to the man, "Are you trying to tempt me

Cause I come from the land of plenty?"

He 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.

You better run, you better take cover.

You better run, you better take cover.

You better run, you better take cover. "