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 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" Buying bread from a man in Brussels He was six foot four and full of muscles I said “Do you speak my language” He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich 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" Can't you hear can't you hear the thunder You better run you better take cover