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