Travelin in a fried out combie
On a hippy trail head full of zombies
I met a strange lady she made me nervous
She took me in and gave me breakfast

And she said
CH
Do you come from a land down under
Where women blow and men blunder
Can you hear can you hear the thunder
You better run, you better take cover

Buying bread from a man in Brussels
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 you hear can you hear the thunder
You better run you better take cover.

Lyin’ in a bed in Bombay
With lock jaw, not much to say
I said to the man are you tryin’ to tempt me
Because I come from a land of plenty

And he said
CH
Do you come from a land down under
Women blow and men blunder
Can you hear can you hear the thunder
You better run you better take cover

I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men chunder
Can you hear can you hear the thunder
You better run you better take cover