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

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?"

He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich

"I come from a land down under

Where beer does flow and men chunder

You better run, you better take cover, yeah"

Lying 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"

Oh, "Do you come from a land down under? (Oh, yeah-yeah)

You better run, you better take cover", 'cause we are

Where women glow and men plunder (yeah)

Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? (Thunder)

You better-better run, you better take cover

Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? Ooh, yeah

(We are) living in a land down under (ooh, yeah)

Can't you, can't you hear the thunder? (Can't you, can't you hear the thunder?)

Living in a land down under (living in a land down under)

Can't you, can't you hear the thunder?