When the summer sun is shining on Australia's happy land
When countless spires, of smoking spires, many a solemn band
You'll see Australians watching as the lunch go up in flames
By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell, it's barby time again
When the steaks are burning fiercely, and the smoke gets in your eyes
Oh when the sausages 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 barbeque!
When the steaks are burning fiercely, and the smoke gets in your eyes
Oh when the sausages 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 barbeque!
Oh the scotsman loves his haggis, the French eat snails and frogs
The Greeks throw cracker on their mouzakis, and the yanks all love hot dogs
The Welsh just love to have a leek, the Irish love their stew
But you just can't beat the half-cooked meat at an Aussie barbeque
When the steaks are burning fiercely, and the smoke gets in your eyes
Oh when the sausages 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 barbeque!
Oh 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 can't think about
When the steaks are burning fiercely, and the smoke gets in your eyes
Oh when the sausages 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 barbeque!
Oh and when the day is over and your homeward way you wend
With a tounge thats grothy on the family potty many lonely hours you'll spend
You might find yourself reflecting, as many often do
Come rain or shine it's the bloody last time that you'll have a barbeque!
When the steaks are burning fiercely, and the smoke gets in your eyes
Oh when the sausages 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 barbeque!
When the steaks are burning fiercely, and the smoke gets in your eyes
Oh when the sausages 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 barbeque!
So come along mate and grab your plate, let's have a barbeque!
The Australian Wayfarers - The Aussie Barbecue Lyrics
The Australian Wayfarers - The Aussie Barbecue Lyrics
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When the summer sun is shining on Australia's happy land
When countless spires, of smoking spires, many a solemn band
You'll see Australians watching as the lunch go up in flames
By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell, it's barby time again
When the steaks are burning fiercely, and the smoke gets in your eyes
Oh when the sausages 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 barbeque!
When the steaks are burning fiercely, and the smoke gets in your eyes
Oh when the sausages 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 barbeque!
Oh the scotsman loves his haggis, the French eat snails and frogs
The Greeks throw cracker on their mouzakis, and the yanks all love hot dogs
The Welsh just love to have a leek, the Irish love their stew
But you just can't beat the half-cooked meat at an Aussie barbeque
When the steaks are burning fiercely, and the smoke gets in your eyes
Oh when the sausages 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 barbeque!
Oh 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 can't think about
When the steaks are burning fiercely, and the smoke gets in your eyes
Oh when the sausages 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 barbeque!
Oh and when the day is over and your homeward way you wend
With a tounge thats grothy on the family potty many lonely hours you'll spend
You might find yourself reflecting, as many often do
Come rain or shine it's the bloody last time that you'll have a barbeque!
When the steaks are burning fiercely, and the smoke gets in your eyes
Oh when the sausages 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 barbeque!
When the steaks are burning fiercely, and the smoke gets in your eyes
Oh when the sausages 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 barbeque!
So come along mate and grab your plate, let's have a barbeque!
When countless spires, of smoking spires, many a solemn band
You'll see Australians watching as the lunch go up in flames
By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell, it's barby time again
When the steaks are burning fiercely, and the smoke gets in your eyes
Oh when the sausages 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 barbeque!
When the steaks are burning fiercely, and the smoke gets in your eyes
Oh when the sausages 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 barbeque!
Oh the scotsman loves his haggis, the French eat snails and frogs
The Greeks throw cracker on their mouzakis, and the yanks all love hot dogs
The Welsh just love to have a leek, the Irish love their stew
But you just can't beat the half-cooked meat at an Aussie barbeque
When the steaks are burning fiercely, and the smoke gets in your eyes
Oh when the sausages 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 barbeque!
Oh 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 can't think about
When the steaks are burning fiercely, and the smoke gets in your eyes
Oh when the sausages 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 barbeque!
Oh and when the day is over and your homeward way you wend
With a tounge thats grothy on the family potty many lonely hours you'll spend
You might find yourself reflecting, as many often do
Come rain or shine it's the bloody last time that you'll have a barbeque!
When the steaks are burning fiercely, and the smoke gets in your eyes
Oh when the sausages 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 barbeque!
When the steaks are burning fiercely, and the smoke gets in your eyes
Oh when the sausages 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 barbeque!
So come along mate and grab your plate, let's have a barbeque!
Writer: BOGLE, ERIC
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Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION