Tekst en muziek: Colin Hay en Ron Strykert
(1982)
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:
“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”
And 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”
Yeah
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
Ahh
You better run, you better take cover”
We are livin’ in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Yeahhhh
Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder
Thunder
You better run, you better take cover
Livin’ in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder
Ooh yeahh
Then I run, you better take cover
Yeah
We are livin’ in a land down under
Under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can’t you, can’t you hear the thunder
Then I run, you better take cover
Livin’ in a land down under
Livin’ in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder