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[Verse 1]
N.C. G C Em Am
When the summer sun is shining on Australia's happy land
Round countless fires, in strange attire in many solemn bands
G C Am
Of glum Australians watching as the lunch goes up in flames
By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell, that it's barby time again
[Chorus]
G C Am
When the steaks are burning fiercely when the smoke gets in your eye
When the snags all taste like fried toothpaste and your mouth is full of flies
G C Am
It's a national institution, it's Australian through and through
So come on mate and grab your plate, let's have a barbeque
[Verse 2]
The Scots eat lots of haggis, the French eat snails and frogs
The Greeks throw kakis on their mousakis, and the Chinese love hot dogs
The Welshmen love to have a leek, the Irish like their stew
But you just can't beat that half-cooked meat at an Aussie barbeque
[Chorus]
G C Am
When the steaks are burning fiercely when the smoke gets in your eye
When the snags all taste like fried toothpaste and your mouth is full of flies
G C Am
It's a national institution, it's Australian through and through
So come on mate and grab your plate, let's have a barbeque
[Verse 3]
There's flies stuck to the margarine, the bread has gone rock hard
The kids are fighting and the mossies are biting, who forgot the Aeroguard?
There's bull ants in the eskie, and the beer is running out
And what you saw in Mom's cole slaw, you just don't think about
[Chorus]
G C Am
When the steaks are burning fiercely when the smoke gets in your eye
When the snags all taste like fried toothpaste and your mouth is full of flies
G C Am
It's a national institution, it's Australian through and through
So come on mate and grab your plate, let's have a barbeque
[Verse 4]
And when the barby's over and your homeward way you wend
With a queezy tummy on the family dunny, many lonely hours you'll spend
You might find yourself reflecting, like many often do
Come rain or shine that's the bloody last time that you'll have a barbeque!
[Chorus]
G C Am
When the steaks are burning fiercely when the smoke gets in your eye
When the snags all taste like fried toothpaste and your mouth is full of flies
G C Am
It's a national institution, it's Australian through and through
So come on mate and grab your plate, let's have a barbeque