Key: G 🎸 Verse 1: N.C. G C Em Am When the summer sun is shining on Australia's happy land D G Round countless fires, in strange attire in many solemn bands G C Am Of glum Australians watching as the lunch goes up in flames D G 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 D G 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 D G So come on mate and grab your plate, let's have a barbeque
🎸 Verse 2: G C Em Am The Scots eat lots of haggis, the French eat snails and frogs D G The Greeks throw kakis on their mousakis, and the Chinese love hot dogs G C Am The Welshmen love to have a leek, the Irish like their stew D G 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 D G 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 D G So come on mate and grab your plate, let's have a barbeque 🎸 Verse 3: G C Em Am There's flies stuck to the margarine, the bread has gone rock hard D G The kids are fighting and the mossies are biting, who forgot the Aeroguard? G C Am There's bull ants in the eskie, and the beer is running out D G 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 D G 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 D G So come on mate and grab your plate, let's have a barbeque 🎸 Verse 4: G C Em Am And when the barby's over and your homeward way you wend D G With a queezy tummy on the family dunny, many lonely hours you'll spend G C Am You might find yourself reflecting, like many often do D G 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 D G 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 D G So come on mate and grab your plate, let's have a barbeque
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