Aussie Bar-B-Q (into dom: d,g)

(V1) When the summer sun is shining, on Australia’s happy land.  Round countless fires in strange attires, sits many a solemn band. Of Glum Australians watching, the food goes up in flames. By the smoke and the smell, you can plainly tell, that it’s Barby time again.

(C) When the steaks are burning fiercely, And the smoke gets in you eyes. When the snags all taste life fried tooth paste, 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, and let’s have a bar-b-q

(V2) The Scots eat lots of Haggis, the French eat snails and frogs. The Greeks go crackers over their Musacers, and the Chinese love hot dogs. The Welsh men like to have a leek, and the Irish love their stew. But you just can’t beat, the half cooked meat of an Aussie’s Bar-b-q.

C+V3)  The flies stuck to the margarine, and bread has gone rock hard. The kids are fighting and the mossies are biting, who forgot the Aroguard. There’s bull ants in the esky, and the beer is running out. And what you saw in Mum’s Cole-slaw, you just don’t talk about.

(V4) And when the Barbie’s over, and your homewards way you wend. With a queasy tummy, on the family dunny, many lonely hours you spent,

You may find yourself reflecting, as many often do, come rain nor shine, that the bloody last time we’ll have a Bar-b-q. (C2)