Down Under

Traveling in a fried-out Kombie 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 that thunder? You better run, you better take cover You better run, you better take cover I come from a land down under I come from a land down under I come from a land down under Land down under Buying bread from a man in Brussels He was six foot four and full of muscles I said, "Do you speak my language?" And he just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich And he said I come from a land down under Where women glow and men plunder Can't you hear, can't you hear that thunder? You better run, you better take cover You better run, you better take cover I come from a land down under I come from a land down under I come from a land down under I come from a land down under You better run, you better take cover