Verse:
B A B G A
Traveling 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
Chorus:
D A B G A
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 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
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
Oh Do you come from a land down under oh yeah yeah
Where women glow and men plunder
Can't you hear can't you hear the thunder
You better run you better take cover