Down Under
Colin Hay, Ron Strykert
Travelling in a fried out combie
On a hippie trail head full of zombies
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 named Brussels
He was six-foot-four and full of muscles
I said, "Do you speak of my language"?
Hе just smiled
And gave me a Vеgemite sandwich and he said
I come from the land down under
Where rivers flow and men chunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover
Yeah can't you hear, can't you
Hear the thunder? Oh, oh
You better run, you better take cover
