![]() ![]() 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 ![]() ![]() |