Down Under (Acoustic)

Traveling in a fried-out Kombie
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, full of muscles
I said, "Do you speak my language, brother?"
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"

Lying in a den in Bombay
With a slack jaw, and not a lot 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?
You better run, you better take cover"

Living in a land down under (oh, yeah, yeah)
Where women glow and men plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover