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Travelling in a fried-out Kombi
On a hippy 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 yee-ah
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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
Do you come from a land down under yee-yah
Where women glow, and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? yee-ah
You better run, you better take cover 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
Living in a land down under
Where women glow, and men plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? Ooh yeah
You better run, you better take cover 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 ..fade