Land Down Under

Traveling in a fried-out combie
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 the women glow and the men plunder?
Can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover

Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh

Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was six-foot-four and full of muscles
I said, "do you speak my language?"
He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich
And he said

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

Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh

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

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

Living in a land down under
Where the women glow and the men plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover

Whoa-o-o-oh
Whoa-o-o-oh
Whoa-o-o-oh -oh -oh

And he said
Do you come from the land down under
Where the women glow and the men plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover