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 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-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."