Travelling in a fried-out combie
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/*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!
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:
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
I said to the man: "Are you trying to tempt me,
because I come from the land of plenty?" And he said: