DOWN UNDER

Travelling 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... “Do you come from a land down under, where woman glow and man plunder?" “Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover" Buying bread from a man in Brussels He was six foot four and full of muscles I said,“Do you speak 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 man 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... “Do you come from a land down under, where woman glow and man plunder?" “Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover" “Do you come from a land down under, where woman glow and man plunder?" “Can't you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover" “Do you come from a land down under, where woman glow and man plunder?" “Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder, woo yeah You better run, you better take cover"