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Traveling 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? Cant you hear, cant you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover. 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 Cant you hear, cant you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover. 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 yeah) Where women glow and men plunder? Cant you hear, cant you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover