Traveling in a fried-out KombiEin alter VW Bus (Wohnmobil)
On a hippie trail, a 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 underUmgangssprachlich für Australien?
Where women glow and men plunderPlündern, stehlen?"
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 VegemiteSehr salziger Brotaufstrich aus Hefeextrakt sandwich
And he said, "I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men chunderSich übergeben, erbrechen"
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover, yeah.

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 plunder?"
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover, 'cause we are...