Travelling in a fried out convey
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,
you come from a land down under Where men glow and men plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder
You better run, you better take cover
Cause we are living in 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
I'm back from a man in Brussels He
was six foot four and full of muscles
And he said,
I come from a land down under Where beaters flow and men chunder
Can't you hear,
can't you hear the thunder You better run,
you better take cover
Yes
we are living in 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