Текст (слова) песни: Bogle Eric - Aussie Barbeque

Aussie Barbeque
-Eric Bogle

When the summer sun is shining on Australia`s happy land
Round countless fires, in strange attire in many solemn bands
of glum Australians watching as the lunch goes up in flames
By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell, that it`s barby time again

When the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyes
When the snacks all taste like 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, let`s have a barbeque!

The Scots eat lots of haggis, the French eat snails and frogs
The Greeks throw kakis on their mousakis, and the Chinese love hot dogs
The Welshmen love to have a leek, the Irish like thier stew
But you just can`t beat that half-cooked meat at an Aussie barbeque

When the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyes
When the snacks all taste like 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, let`s have a barbeque

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 ___ again?
There`s bull ants in the eskie, and the beer is running out
And what you saw in Mom`s cole slaw, you just don`t think about

When the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyes
When the snacks all taste like 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, let`s have a barbeque

And when the barby`s over and your homeward way you wend
With a queezy tummy on the family dummy, many lonely hours you`ll spend
You might find yourself reflecting, like many often do
Come rain or shine that`s the bloody last time that you`ll have a barbeque!

When the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyes
When the snacks all taste like 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, let`s have a barbeque

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Bogle Eric - Aussie Barbeque Aussie Barbeque -Eric Bogle When the summer sun is shining on Australia`s happy land Round countless fires, in strange attire in many solemn bands of glum Australians watching as the lunch goes up in flames By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell, that it`s barby time again When the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyes When the snacks all taste like 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, let`s have a barbeque! The Scots eat lots of haggis, the French eat snails and frogs The Greeks throw kakis on their mousakis, and the Chinese love hot dogs The Welshmen love to have a leek, the Irish like thier stew But you just can`t beat that half-cooked meat at an Aussie barbeque When the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyes When the snacks all taste like 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, let`s have a barbeque 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 ___ again? There`s bull ants in the eskie, and the beer is running out And what you saw in Mom`s cole slaw, you just don`t think about When the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyes When the snacks all taste like 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, let`s have a barbeque And when the barby`s over and your homeward way you wend With a queezy tummy on the family dummy, many lonely hours you`ll spend You might find yourself reflecting, like many often do Come rain or shine that`s the bloody last time that you`ll have a barbeque! When the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyes When the snacks all taste like 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, let`s have a barbeque Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Aussie Barbeque: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/43413.html Все тексты песен: Bogle Eric » Bogle Eric - The Bogle Bo Or Bugaboo » Bogle Eric - The Bogle Bo Or Bugaboo » Bogle Eric - Two Strong Arms » Bogle Eric - I Hate Wogs » Bogle Eric - Dan » Bogle Eric - Two Strong Arms » Bogle Eric - Aussie Barbeque » Bogle Eric - Always Back To You » Bogle Eric - The Flowers Of The Forest » Bogle Eric - Wee Dark Engine Room » Bogle Eric - Aussie Barbeque » Bogle Eric - The Bogle Bo Or Bugaboo » Bogle Eric - Dan » Bogle Eric - Dan » Bogle Eric - Always Back To You » Bogle Eric - Wee Dark Engine Room » Bogle Eric - I Hate Wogs » Bogle Eric - Always Back To You » Bogle Eric - Aussie Barbeque » Bogle Eric - The Flowers Of The Forest Рекомендуем скачать: » Петр Климов - Разговор о любви » Песняры - Обманите меня » Павел Кашин - Молчальник » Полотно Анатолий - Золотая карета » Павел Кашин - Хватит мечтать » Пикник - Серебра! » Павел Кашин - Жизнь » Полина Ефименко - Здравствуй, ноябрь охрипший!.. » Павел Матвейко - Витражи » Песни из мультфильмов - Очень синяя борода » Премьер-министр - Летела стрела (Н.Паволоцкая + Премьер-ми » Парк Горького, Gorky Park - Moscow calling » Петр Климов - Дорога к морю » Полина Ефименко - Десять снов до утра » Полотно Анатолий - Шара №8 » Петр Мамонов, Звуки МУ - Люлякибаб » Павел Папушев - От сентябрьских дождей... » Пикник, Эдмунд Шклярский - Это он » Петлюра - Стена » Павел Папушев - Все по нам, брат...
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