Travelling 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 go and man plunder
Can’t you hear, can’t 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 muscle
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 man chunder
Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder
You better run, you better take cover
Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder
You better run, you better take cover

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