WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | Eric Bogle - The Aussie Bbq Song Chords | Ver. 1
[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
