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