(Living in a land down under)

Traveling 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." (yeah)

Buying bread from a man in Brussels

He was six foot four, full of muscles

I said, "Do you speak my language, brother?"

He just smiled and gave me a vegimite 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 a lot 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"

We are living in a land down under (down under)

Where women glow and men plunder

Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? (oh)

You better run, you better take cover (alright)