Travelling in a fried-out combie

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