Traveling in a fried-out combie
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie
I met a strange old lady, and 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 men shall plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder
Ooh you better run, you better take cover
Buying bread from a man in brussels
He was six foot four and full of muscle
Well I says to the man, 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 the beers flow and the men chunder
Could you hear, could you hear the thunder
Ooh you better run, oh you better take cover
Ooh you better run, you better take
I was lying in a den in bombay
With a slack jaw, and not much to say
I says to the man, are you trying to tempt me
Because I come from
Because I come from
Because I come from
Because I come from
Because I come from
Because I come from
Because I come from
Because I come from
Because I come from
Because I come from the land of plenty
And he says,
I come from a land down under
Ooh where the beers flow and the men chunder
Could you hear, could you hear the thunder
Well you better run, you better take cover
Ooh you better run, you better take cover
Ooh you better run, you better take cover
You better run, you better take cover
Ooh you better run, you better take cover