When the summer sun is shining on Australia's happy land Round countless fires, in strange attire in many solemn bands of glum Australians watching as the lunch goes up in flames By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell, that it's barby time again
When the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyes When the snacks all taste like fried toothpaste and your mouth is full of flies It's a national institution, it's Australian through and through So come on mate and grab your plate, let's have a barbeque!
The Scots eat lots of haggis, the French eat snails and frogs The Greeks throw kakis on their mousakis, and the Chinese love hot dogs The Welshmen love to have a leek, the Irish like thier stew But you just can't beat that half-cooked meat at an Aussie barbeque
When the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyes When the snacks all taste like fried toothpaste and your mouth is full of flies It's a national institution, it's Australian through and through So come on mate and grab your plate, let's have a barbeque
There's flies stuck to the margarine, the bread has gone rock hard The kids are fighting and the mossies are biting, who forgot the ___ again? There's bull ants in the eskie, and the beer is running out And what you saw in Mom's cole slaw, you just don't think about
When the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyes When the snacks all taste like fried toothpaste and your mouth is full of flies It's a national institution, it's Australian through and through So come on mate and grab your plate, let's have a barbeque
And when the barby's over and your homeward way you wend With a queezy tummy on the family dummy, many lonely hours you'll spend You might find yourself reflecting, like many often do Come rain or shine that's the bloody last time that you'll have a barbeque!
When the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyes When the snacks all taste like fried toothpaste and your mouth is full of flies It's a national institution, it's Australian through and through So come on mate and grab your plate, let's have a barbeque
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When the summer sun is shining on Australia's happy land Round countless fires, in strange attire in many solemn bands of glum Australians watching as the lunch goes up in flames By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell, that it's barby time again
When the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyes When the snacks all taste like fried toothpaste and your mouth is full of flies It's a national institution, it's Australian through and through So come on mate and grab your plate, let's have a barbeque!
The Scots eat lots of haggis, the French eat snails and frogs The Greeks throw kakis on their mousakis, and the Chinese love hot dogs The Welshmen love to have a leek, the Irish like thier stew But you just can't beat that half-cooked meat at an Aussie barbeque
When the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyes When the snacks all taste like fried toothpaste and your mouth is full of flies It's a national institution, it's Australian through and through So come on mate and grab your plate, let's have a barbeque
There's flies stuck to the margarine, the bread has gone rock hard The kids are fighting and the mossies are biting, who forgot the ___ again? There's bull ants in the eskie, and the beer is running out And what you saw in Mom's cole slaw, you just don't think about
When the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyes When the snacks all taste like fried toothpaste and your mouth is full of flies It's a national institution, it's Australian through and through So come on mate and grab your plate, let's have a barbeque
And when the barby's over and your homeward way you wend With a queezy tummy on the family dummy, many lonely hours you'll spend You might find yourself reflecting, like many often do Come rain or shine that's the bloody last time that you'll have a barbeque!
When the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyes When the snacks all taste like fried toothpaste and your mouth is full of flies It's a national institution, it's Australian through and through So come on mate and grab your plate, let's have a barbeque
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