Down UnderTraveling in a fried-out combieOn a hippie trail, head full of zombieI met a strange lady, she made me nervousShe took me in and gave me breakfastAnd 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 brusselsHe was six foot four and full of musclesI said, do you speak-a my language?He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwichAnd he said,I come from a land down underWhere beer does flow and men chunderCan't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?You better run, you better take cover.Lying in a den in bombayWith a slack jaw, and not much to sayI said to the man, are you trying to tempt meBecause 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?You better run, you better take cover.