Chords for Frankie Davidson - The Aussie Barbeque Song
Tempo:
118.85 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
A
C
Gm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
When the summer sun is shining on Australia's happy land,
when countless spires of smoke inspire the many solemn bands,
you'll see Australians watching their lunch go up in flames.
By the smoke and the smell, you can clearly tell it's Barbie time again.
[D] [G] When the steaks are burning fiercely, [A] when the smoke gets in your eyes,
when [D] the sausages taste like five-toothed place and you're driven [G] mad with flies,
it's a national institution, [A] it's the Aussie thing to do.
[D] So come along, mate, grab your plate, let's have [G] a barbecue.
[C]
[G] The Scotsman loves his haggis, [A] and the French eat snails and frogs.
[D] The Greeks go crackers over them, a sack of them, the Yanks all [G] love our dogs.
The Welshmen like to have a leak, [A] and the Irish love their stew.
[D] But you just can't beat the half-cooked meat at an Aussie [G] barbecue.
When the steaks are burning fiercely, [A] when the smoke gets in your eyes,
[D] when the sausages taste like five-toothed place and you're driven [G] mad with flies,
it's a national institution, [A] it's the Aussie thing to do.
[D] So come along, mate, grab your plate, let's have a barbecue.
[G] [C]
[G] There's fly stuck to the margarine, [A] and the bread has gone rock hard.
[D] The kids are fighting, and the mozzies are biting, they forgot the [G] air a guard.
There's blants in the Esky, and [A] the beer is running out.
[D] And what you saw in Mum's coleslaw, you [G] just don't think about.
When the steaks are burning fiercely, [A] when the smoke gets in your eyes,
when the [D] sausages taste like five-toothed place and you're driven [G] mad with flies,
it's a national institution, [A] it's the Aussie thing to do.
[D] So come along, mate, grab your plate, let's have a [G] barbecue.
[Gm]
[G] And when the day is over, and [A] you're homeward away you went,
[D] with a tum that's grotty on the family potty, many lonely [G] hours you'll spend.
You may find yourself reflecting, [A] as many often do.
[D] Come rain or shine, that's the very last time you'll [G] have a barbecue.
When the steaks are burning fiercely, [A] when the smoke gets in your eyes,
[D] when the sausages taste like five-toothed place and you're driven mad [G] with flies,
it's a national institution, [A] it's the Aussie thing to do.
[D] So come along, mate, and grab your plate, let's [G] have a barbecue.
Yes, come [D] along, mate, and grab your plate, let's [Am] have a [G] barbecue.
[A] [G]
when countless spires of smoke inspire the many solemn bands,
you'll see Australians watching their lunch go up in flames.
By the smoke and the smell, you can clearly tell it's Barbie time again.
[D] [G] When the steaks are burning fiercely, [A] when the smoke gets in your eyes,
when [D] the sausages taste like five-toothed place and you're driven [G] mad with flies,
it's a national institution, [A] it's the Aussie thing to do.
[D] So come along, mate, grab your plate, let's have [G] a barbecue.
[C]
[G] The Scotsman loves his haggis, [A] and the French eat snails and frogs.
[D] The Greeks go crackers over them, a sack of them, the Yanks all [G] love our dogs.
The Welshmen like to have a leak, [A] and the Irish love their stew.
[D] But you just can't beat the half-cooked meat at an Aussie [G] barbecue.
When the steaks are burning fiercely, [A] when the smoke gets in your eyes,
[D] when the sausages taste like five-toothed place and you're driven [G] mad with flies,
it's a national institution, [A] it's the Aussie thing to do.
[D] So come along, mate, grab your plate, let's have a barbecue.
[G] [C]
[G] There's fly stuck to the margarine, [A] and the bread has gone rock hard.
[D] The kids are fighting, and the mozzies are biting, they forgot the [G] air a guard.
There's blants in the Esky, and [A] the beer is running out.
[D] And what you saw in Mum's coleslaw, you [G] just don't think about.
When the steaks are burning fiercely, [A] when the smoke gets in your eyes,
when the [D] sausages taste like five-toothed place and you're driven [G] mad with flies,
it's a national institution, [A] it's the Aussie thing to do.
[D] So come along, mate, grab your plate, let's have a [G] barbecue.
[Gm]
[G] And when the day is over, and [A] you're homeward away you went,
[D] with a tum that's grotty on the family potty, many lonely [G] hours you'll spend.
You may find yourself reflecting, [A] as many often do.
[D] Come rain or shine, that's the very last time you'll [G] have a barbecue.
When the steaks are burning fiercely, [A] when the smoke gets in your eyes,
[D] when the sausages taste like five-toothed place and you're driven mad [G] with flies,
it's a national institution, [A] it's the Aussie thing to do.
[D] So come along, mate, and grab your plate, let's [G] have a barbecue.
Yes, come [D] along, mate, and grab your plate, let's [Am] have a [G] barbecue.
[A] [G]
Key:
G
D
A
C
Gm
G
D
A
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ When the summer sun is shining on Australia's happy land,
when countless spires of smoke inspire the many solemn bands,
you'll see Australians watching their lunch go up in flames.
By the smoke and the smell, you can clearly tell it's Barbie time again.
_ [D] _ [G] When the steaks are burning fiercely, [A] when the smoke gets in your eyes,
when [D] the sausages taste like five-toothed place and you're driven [G] mad with flies,
it's a national institution, [A] it's the Aussie thing to do.
[D] So come along, mate, grab your plate, let's have [G] a barbecue.
_ _ [C] _
[G] The _ _ _ Scotsman loves his haggis, [A] and the French eat snails and frogs.
[D] The Greeks go crackers over them, a sack of them, the Yanks all [G] love our dogs.
The Welshmen like to have a leak, [A] and the Irish love their stew.
[D] But you just can't beat the half-cooked meat at an Aussie [G] barbecue.
When the steaks are burning fiercely, [A] when the smoke gets in your eyes,
[D] when the sausages taste like five-toothed place and you're driven [G] mad with flies,
it's a national institution, [A] it's the Aussie thing to do.
[D] So come along, mate, grab your plate, let's have a barbecue.
[G] _ _ _ [C] _
_ [G] _ _ _ There's fly stuck to the margarine, [A] and the bread has gone rock hard.
[D] The kids are fighting, and the mozzies are biting, they forgot the [G] air a guard.
There's blants in the Esky, and [A] the beer is running out.
[D] And what you saw in Mum's coleslaw, you [G] just don't think about.
When the steaks are burning fiercely, [A] when the smoke gets in your eyes,
when the [D] sausages taste like five-toothed place and you're driven [G] mad with flies,
it's a national institution, [A] it's the Aussie thing to do.
[D] So come along, mate, grab your plate, let's have a [G] barbecue.
_ _ _ [Gm] _
_ [G] _ _ _ And when the day is over, and [A] you're homeward away you went,
[D] with a tum that's grotty on the family potty, many lonely [G] hours you'll spend.
You may find yourself reflecting, [A] as many often do.
[D] Come rain or shine, that's the very last time you'll [G] have a barbecue.
When the steaks are burning fiercely, [A] when the smoke gets in your eyes,
[D] when the sausages taste like five-toothed place and you're driven mad [G] with flies,
it's a national institution, [A] it's the Aussie thing to do.
[D] So come along, mate, and grab your plate, let's [G] have a barbecue.
Yes, come [D] along, mate, and grab your plate, let's [Am] have a [G] barbecue. _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ When the summer sun is shining on Australia's happy land,
when countless spires of smoke inspire the many solemn bands,
you'll see Australians watching their lunch go up in flames.
By the smoke and the smell, you can clearly tell it's Barbie time again.
_ [D] _ [G] When the steaks are burning fiercely, [A] when the smoke gets in your eyes,
when [D] the sausages taste like five-toothed place and you're driven [G] mad with flies,
it's a national institution, [A] it's the Aussie thing to do.
[D] So come along, mate, grab your plate, let's have [G] a barbecue.
_ _ [C] _
[G] The _ _ _ Scotsman loves his haggis, [A] and the French eat snails and frogs.
[D] The Greeks go crackers over them, a sack of them, the Yanks all [G] love our dogs.
The Welshmen like to have a leak, [A] and the Irish love their stew.
[D] But you just can't beat the half-cooked meat at an Aussie [G] barbecue.
When the steaks are burning fiercely, [A] when the smoke gets in your eyes,
[D] when the sausages taste like five-toothed place and you're driven [G] mad with flies,
it's a national institution, [A] it's the Aussie thing to do.
[D] So come along, mate, grab your plate, let's have a barbecue.
[G] _ _ _ [C] _
_ [G] _ _ _ There's fly stuck to the margarine, [A] and the bread has gone rock hard.
[D] The kids are fighting, and the mozzies are biting, they forgot the [G] air a guard.
There's blants in the Esky, and [A] the beer is running out.
[D] And what you saw in Mum's coleslaw, you [G] just don't think about.
When the steaks are burning fiercely, [A] when the smoke gets in your eyes,
when the [D] sausages taste like five-toothed place and you're driven [G] mad with flies,
it's a national institution, [A] it's the Aussie thing to do.
[D] So come along, mate, grab your plate, let's have a [G] barbecue.
_ _ _ [Gm] _
_ [G] _ _ _ And when the day is over, and [A] you're homeward away you went,
[D] with a tum that's grotty on the family potty, many lonely [G] hours you'll spend.
You may find yourself reflecting, [A] as many often do.
[D] Come rain or shine, that's the very last time you'll [G] have a barbecue.
When the steaks are burning fiercely, [A] when the smoke gets in your eyes,
[D] when the sausages taste like five-toothed place and you're driven mad [G] with flies,
it's a national institution, [A] it's the Aussie thing to do.
[D] So come along, mate, and grab your plate, let's [G] have a barbecue.
Yes, come [D] along, mate, and grab your plate, let's [Am] have a [G] barbecue. _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
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