Somebody's barbie is a vaporous cloud

One of the barbies of a very freaky crowd

Someone's prize hibachi will never cook again 

It's impossible to charbroil on a small metallic stain

Yesterday it was grilling hot dogs, chicken breasts, and steaks

Its owner never realized his plan was a mistake

Now the charcoal bricks are perfect but the grill's a metal lake

It's nobody's barbie now



Now you who love your barbies

and wish to treat them well

Remember liquid oxygen is really liquid hell

And in your attempts to make your fires happen faster

Remember there are some plans that will always spell disaster

If you try to light your charcoal with a kind of rocket fuel

You won't need anybody else to tell you you're a fool

You will know it when your barbecue's a slightly smoking pool

It's nobody's barbie

Just melted, hot, and ''carbie''

It's nobody's barbie now







To the tune of Nobody's Moggy Now by Eric Bogle



Words:  Kathy Mar



Copyright 2002 Kathy Mar