Come And Join Us

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Come and join us, come and join us, we are the chosen few,
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come and join us, come and join us at a Scottish barbecue.


[Verse]
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Now, when the charcoal's burnin' fiercely and the smoke gets in your eyes,
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the steaks all taste like fried toothpaste, and your mouth is full of flies,
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You know you've been accepted, you've joined the chosen few,
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when you have been invited to a green-belt barbecue.

[CHORUS]

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Come and join us, come and join us, we are the chosen few,
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come and join us, come and join us at a Scottish barbecue.


[Verse]
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Now, when the summer sun is burnin' in Scotland's happy land,
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round countless fires in strange attires on many solemn bands
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of unhappy Scotsmen watching their lunch go up in flames,
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by the smoke and the smell, you can plainly tell it's barbie time again.

[CHORUS]

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Come and join us, come and join us, we are the chosen few,
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come and join us, come and join us at a Scottish barbecue.


[Verse]
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Now, the English love their roast beef, the French eat snails and frogs,
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the Greeks go crackers over their moussaka’s, and the Chinese love hot dogs.
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A Welshman loves to have a leek, the Irish eat their stew,
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but you just can't beat that half-cooked meat at a Scottish barbecue.

[CHORUS]

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Come and join us, come and join us, we are the chosen few,
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come and join us, come and join us at a Scottish barbecue.


[Verse]
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 Now, there's flies stuck in the butter, the bread has gone brick-hard,
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the kids are fightin', and the midges are bitin'. Who forgot the Aeroguard?
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 There's cinders in your whiskey, and the beer is running out,
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 and what you saw in Mum's coleslaw you just don't think about.

 [CHORUS]

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Come and join us, come and join us, we are the chosen few,
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come and join us, come and join us at a Scottish barbecue.


[Verse]
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 And then when the barbie's over, your homeward way you wend.
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 with a queasy tummy on the family dunny many lonely hours you spend.
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 You might find yourself reflecting as many others do:
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 "Come rain or shine, that's the bloody last time I'm goin' to a barbecue."

[CHORUS]

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Come and join us, come and join us, we are the chosen few,
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come and join us, come and join us at a Scottish barbecue.

(orig. = capo 3rd)    (The Corries)