Travelling in a fighter convey
On a heavy trail, head full of zombie
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
But she took me in and gave me breakfast
And she said,

"Do you come from a land down under
Where women glow and men thunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder
You better run, you better take cover!

Buying bread from a man in Brazils
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,

"I come from a land down under
Where Midas flows 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 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 (oh yeah yeah)
Where women glow and men thunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder (aaah)
You better run, you better take cover!

(fades out)