Down Under

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?" And he just smiled and gavе me a Vegemitе 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 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! 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? Ah You better run, you better take cover ('Cause we are) Living in a land down under Where women glow and men plunder (Hear, thunder) Can't you hear, can't you hear the 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? Oh, yeah You better run, you better take cover (We are) Living in a land down under, oh Where women glow and men plunder (Yeah, yeah) Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? (Yeah, yeah, thunder) You better run, you better take cover