travelling in a fried out kombie---,
on a hippy 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 ya hear can ya 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 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.
Lying in a den in Bombay,
with a slackjaw 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: