Down Under

Travelling in a fried-out Kombi
 On a hippie 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
 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
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 Buying bread from a man named Brussels
 He was six-foot-four and full of muscle
 I said, "Do you speak of my language?"
 He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich
 And he said
 I come from the land down under
 Where rivers flow and men chunder
 Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
 You better run, you better take cover, yeah
 Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? Oh, oh
 You better run, you better take cover