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