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,
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Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was six foot four and full of muscles
I said, ＂Do you speak-a my language?＂
He just smiled and gave me a vegemite 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.＂
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?＂
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.＂
 作词 : Hay, Strykert