Aussie BAR-B-Q

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1. When the summer sun is shining on Australia’s happy land,

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around countless fires in strange attire you see many solemn bands

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of glum Australians watching their lunch go up in flames,

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by the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell, it’s barbie time again.

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

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your snags all taste of fried toothpaste, and your mouth is full of flies.

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It’s a national institution, it’s Australian through and through,

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so come on mate and grab your plate, let’s have a BAR-B-Q.

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2. The Scotch eat lots of haggis, the French eat snails and frogs,

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the Greeks go crackers over their musakis, and the Yankees love hot dogs,

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the Welshman loves to have a leek, the Irish love their stew,

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but you just can’t beat the half-cooked meat at an Aussi BAR-B-Q.+ CHO.

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3. There’s a fly stuck in the margerine, the bread has gone rock hard,

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the kids are fighting and the mozzies are biting, who forgot the Aeroguard?

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There’s bull ants in the esky, and the beer is running out,

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and what you saw in mum’s coldslaw, you just don’t think about. + CHOI.

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5. And when the barbie’s over, and you’re homeward once again,

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with a queezy tummy in the family dunny many lonely hours you spend,

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you may find yourself reflecting, as many often do,

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come rain or shine, that’s the very last time, you’ll have a BAR-B-Q.

+ CHORUS (Eric Bogle)