Aussie Barbeque-Eric BogleWhen the summer sun is shining on Australia's happy landRound countless fires, in strange attire in many solemn bandsof glum Australians watching as the lunch goes up in flamesBy the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell, that it's barby time againWhen the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyesWhen the snacks all taste like fried toothpaste and your mouth is full of fliesIt's a national institution, it's Australian through and throughSo come on mate and grab your plate, let's have a barbeque!The Scots eat lots of haggis, the French eat snails and frogsThe Greeks throw kakis on their mousakis, and the Chinese love hot dogsThe Welshmen love to have a leek, the Irish like thier stewBut you just can't beat that half-cooked meat at an Aussie barbequeWhen the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyesWhen the snacks all taste like fried toothpaste and your mouth is full of fliesIt's a national institution, it's Australian through and throughSo come on mate and grab your plate, let's have a barbequeThere's flies stuck to the margarine, the bread has gone rock hardThe kids are fighting and the mossies are biting, who forgot the ___ again?There's bull ants in the eskie, and the beer is running outAnd what you saw in Mom's cole slaw, you just don't think aboutWhen the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyesWhen the snacks all taste like fried toothpaste and your mouth is full of fliesIt's a national institution, it's Australian through and throughSo come on mate and grab your plate, let's have a barbequeAnd when the barby's over and your homeward way you wendWith a queezy tummy on the family dummy, many lonely hours you'll spendYou might find yourself reflecting, like many often doCome rain or shine that's the bloody last time that you'll have a barbeque!When the steaks are burning