Traveling in a fried-out Kombi
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
"Do you come from a land down under?
Where women glow and man 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 muscle
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 man 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"
