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