Down Under - Union of Sound, Pop Feast, Rock Feast

Traveling in a fried-out Kombi

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

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

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

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

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

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

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