Traveling in a fried-out combie,
  On a hippy 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 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 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,
  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?"
  Where women glow and men plunder,
  Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder,
  You better run, you better take cover."