Traveling in a fried-out KombiOn a hippie trail, head full of zombieI met a strange lady, she made me nervousShe took me in and gave me breakfastAnd she said
«Do you come from a land down underWhere 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 BrusselsHe was six-foot-four and full of muscleI said, «Do you speak-a my language?»He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwichAnd he said
«I come from a land down underWhere beer does flow and men chunderCan’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder?You better run, you better take cover, yeah»
Lying in a den in BombayWith a slack jaw and not much to sayI 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», ‘cause we are
Living in a land down underWhere women glow and men plunder (yeah)Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder? (Thunder)You better-better run, you better take cover
Living in a land down underWhere women glow and men plunderCan’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder? Ooh, yeahYou better run, you better take cover
Where women glow and men plunderCan’t you, can’t you hear the thunder? (Can’t you, can’t you hear the thunder?)You better run, you better take cover
Living in a land down under (living in a land down under)Where women glow and men plunderCan’t you, can’t you hear the thunder?








