Traveling in a fried-out combie,

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."



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,

And he said...

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"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."



Lying in a den in Bombay,

With a slack jaw and not much to say,

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?"

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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