[Verse 1] 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
[Chorus 1] 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
[Verse 2] 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
[Chorus 2] 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
[Verse 3] Lyin' 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