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When the summer sun is shining on Australia's happy land
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With countless fires and strange attires, and many solemn bands
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Of blond Australians watching their lunch go up in flames
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By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell that it's Barbie time again.

When the Steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyes
When the snags all taste of 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 – le’ts have a Barbecue

The Scots eat lots of Haggis, the French eat Snails and Frogs
The Greeks go crackers over their Mousaka and the Chinese love hot-dogs
The Welshmen love to have a Leek, the Irish love their stew
But you just can't beat the half cooked meat at an Aussie 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 coleslaw you just don't think about

And when the Barbie's over, on your homeward way you wend
With a queasy tummy on the family dunny many lonely hours you'll spend
You might find yourself reflecting - as many often do -
Come rain or shine, that's the bloody last time that we'll have a Barbecue!