By the Sea

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 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 beer does flow and men chunder.

Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?

You better run, you better take cover," yeah.

Dining in a diner 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, you come from a land down under," 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. 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.

Where women glow and men plunder.

Can you hear, can you hear the thunder? Yeah. You better run, you better take cover. Living in a land down

under.

Under. Where women glow and men plunder.

Can't you, can't you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover.

Living in a land down under. Living in a land down under. Where women glow

and men plunder