When the summer sun is shining on Australia's land Round fires, in strange attire in many solemn bands of glum Australians watching as the lunch goes up in By the and the smell you can plainly tell, that it's barby time again
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, the aussie 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 love hot The Welshmen love to have a leek, the Irish thier stew But you just beat that half-cooked meat at an Aussie barbeque
the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyes When the sausges like fried toothpaste and your driven mad with flies It's a national institution, it's the thing to do So come along mate and grab your plate, let's a barbecue.
There's flies stuck to the margarine, the bread has gone 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 Mum's cole slaw, you just don't think
When the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in eyes When the sausges like fried 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 over and your homeward way you wend With a funny tummy on the family dummy, many lonely you'll spend You might yourself reflecting, like many often do Come rain or shine that's the bloody time that you'll have a barbecue!
When the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your When the sausges taste like toothpaste and your driven mad with flies It's a national institution, it's thing to do So come on mate and grab plate, let's have a barbeque