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 "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" Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? Oh, yeah You better run, you better take cover