Down Under

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"? He just smiled, and gave me a Vegemite 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