Travelling in a fried-out combie On a heavy trailhad full of zombies I met a strange lady she made me nervous And she took me in and gave me breakfast And she said Do you come from the land down under Where women glow and men chunder Can’t you hear can’t you hear the thunder You better run, you better take cover
I met a man from Brusells He was six foot four and full of muscles I said do you speak my language He just smiled and gave me a vegimite sandwich And he said I come from the land down under Where women glow and men chunder Can’t you hear can’t you hear the thunder You better run, you better take cover
Ron met a man in Bombay With a slack jaw which had much to say I said to the man are you trying to tempt me Because I come from the land down under
He said, Oh, .Do you come from the land down under Where women glow and men chunder Can’t you hear can’t you hear the thunder You better run, you better take cover .Do you come from the land down under Where women glow and men chunder Can’t you hear can’t you hear the thunder You better run, you better take cover .Do you come from the land down under Where women glow and men chunder Can’t you hear can’t you hear the thunder You better run, you better take cover
