Down Under

Travelling 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."
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 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."
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 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)
 Where women glow and men plunder?
 Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
 You better run, you better take cover.
 Living in a land dow under
 Where women glow and men plunder?
 Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
 You better run, you better take cover.
 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"