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 saidDo 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 coverBuying 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 saidI 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
YeahLyin' 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 saidDo 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 coverLiving in 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 coverLiving in 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 coverLiving in 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 coverLiving in 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
Songwriters
Strykert, Ronald Graham / Hay, Colin JamesPublished by
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