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[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
You better run, you better take cover
You better run, you better take cover
[Verse 4]
Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was six foot four and full of muscle
I said, "Do you speak-a my language?"
He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich
And he said
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder
You better run, you better take cover
He said
[Verse 7]
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
[Verse 8]
You better run, you better take cover
Written by: Colin Hay, Ron Strykert
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