Aussie BBQ - The Outlanders

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

Round countless fires in strange attire you’ll see many happy bands

Of glum Australians watching their 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 when the smoke gets in your eyes

When the snags all taste like fried toothpaste and your mouth is full of flies

It’s a national institution;

it’s Australian through and through

So come on mate and grab your plate, let’s have a bar-b-que!

The Scots eat lots of haggis;

the French eat snails and frogs

The Greeks go crackers over their mousakkas, the Chinese love hot dogs

Welshmen love to have a leek, the Irish like their stew

But you just can’t beat that half-cooked meat at an Aussie bar-b-que!

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

When the snags all taste like fried toothpaste and your mouth is full of flies

It’s a national institution;

it’s Australian through and through

So come on mate and grab your plate, let’s have a bar-b-que!

There’s flies stuck to the margarine, the bread has gone rock hard

The kids are fighting, the mossies are biting «Who forgot the Aeroguard?!»

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

And what you saw in mum’s coleslaw you just don’t think about!

When the steaks

are burning fiercely when the smoke gets in your eyes

When the snags all taste like fried toothpaste and your mouth is full of flies

It’s a national institution;

it’s Australian through and through

So come on mate and grab your plate, let’s have a bar-b-que!

And when the barbie’s over and your homeward way you wend

With a queasy tummy on the family dunny many lonely hours you spend

You might find yourself reflecting as many often do

Come rain or shine that’s the bloody last time that you’ll have a bar-b-que.

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

When the snags all taste like fried toothpaste and your mouth is full of flies

It’s a national institution;

it’s Australian through and through

So come on mate and grab your plate, let’s have a bar-b-que!