Aussie Barbeque Lyrics - Singles - Bogle Eric

When the summer sun is shining on Australia's happy land 

Round countless fires, in strange attire in many solemn bands 

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 

When the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyes 

When the sausges taste like fried toothpaste and your driven mad with flies 

It's a national institution, it's the aussie thing to do 

So come along mate and grab your plate, let's have a barbecue! 

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 thier stew 

But you just can't beat that half-cooked meat at an Aussie barbeque 

When the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyes 

When the sausges taste like fried toothpaste and your driven mad with flies 

It's a national institution, it's the aussie thing to do 

So come along mate and grab your plate, let's have a barbecue. 

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 Aerogard? 

There's bull ants in the eskie, and the beer is running out 

And what you saw in Mum's cole slaw, you just don't think about 

When the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyes 

When the sausges taste like fried toothpaste and your driven mad with flies 

It's a national institution, it's the aussie 

So come on mate and grab your plate, let's have a barbecue. 

And when the barby's over and your homeward way you wend 

With a funny tummy on the family dummy, 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 barbecue! 

When the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyes 

When the sausges taste like fried toothpaste and your driven mad with flies 

It's a national institution, it's ausssie thing to do 

So come on mate and grab your plate, let's have a barbeque