"Down Under" by Men At Work

Travelling 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?
  Cant you hear, cant 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
  Cant you hear, cant you hear the thunder?
  You better run, you better take cover
  Yeah

Lyin 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? 
  Where women glow and men plunder?
  Cant you hear, cant you hear the thunder?
  You better run, you better take cover.

  Living in a land down under
  Where women glow and men plunder
  Cant you hear, cant you hear the thunder?
  You better run, you better take cover

  Living in a land down under
  Where women glow and men plunder
  Cant you hear, cant you hear the thunder?
  You better run, you better take cover

  Living in a land down under
  Where women glow and men plunder
  Cant you hear, cant you hear the thunder?
  You better run, you better take cover

  Living in a land down under
  Where women glow and men plunder
  Cant you hear, cant you hear the thunder?
  You better run, you better take cover