Ok. But you told me to. Travelling 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 Where women glow and men 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 muscle 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."