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[CHORUS]     D                    G          D         A Come and join us, come and join us, we are the chosen few,     D                   G            D       A  D come and join us, come and join us at a Scottish barbecue.   [Verse]     D                             G Now, when the charcoal's burnin' fiercely and the smoke gets in your eyes,                A                            A7              D the steaks all taste like fried toothpaste, and your mouth is full of flies,                D                                   G You know you've been accepted, you've joined the chosen few,       A   A7        D when you have been invited to a green-belt barbecue.   [CHORUS]    D                    G         D          A Come and join us, come and join us, we are the chosen few,    D                    G         D          A  D come and join us, come and join us at a Scottish barbecue. [Verse]       D                                         G Now, when the summer sun is burnin' in Scotland's happy land,        A        A7          D round countless fires in strange attires on many solemn bands     D                                     G of unhappy Scotsmen watching their lunch go up in flames,       A  A7         D by the smoke and the smell, you can plainly tell it's barbie time again.   [CHORUS]     D                G        D           A Come and join us, come and join us, we are the chosen few,    D                         G        D     A   D come and join us, come and join us at a Scottish barbecue.   [Verse]       D                                            G Now, the English love their roast beef, the French eat snails and frogs,             A A7 D the Greeks go crackers over their moussaka’s, and the Chinese love hot dogs.     D                                      G A Welshman loves to have a leek, the Irish eat their stew,      A  A7  D but you just can't beat that half-cooked meat at a Scottish barbecue.   [CHORUS]    D                    G         D             A Come and join us, come and join us, we are the chosen few,     D                   G           D     A   D come and join us, come and join us at a Scottish barbecue.   [Verse]        D                                             G Now, there's flies stuck in the butter, the bread has gone brick-hard,        A                                    A7            D the kids are fightin', and the midges are bitin'. Who forgot the Aeroguard?          D                                          G There's cinders in your whiskey, and the beer is running out,        A      A7         D and what you saw in Mum's coleslaw you just don't think about.   [CHORUS]      D                  G         D              A Come and join us, come and join us, we are the chosen few,       D                 G         D      A   D come and join us, come and join us at a Scottish barbecue.   [Verse]        D                                         G And then when the barbie's over, your homeward way you wend.          A                               A7           D with a queasy tummy on the family dunny many lonely hours you spend.         D                               G You might find yourself reflecting as many others do:        A  A7              D "Come rain or shine, that's the bloody last time I'm goin' to a barbecue." [CHORUS]       D               G          D             A Come and join us, come and join us, we are the chosen few,       D              G              D     A  D come and join us, come and join us at a Scottish barbecue.   (orig. = capo 3rd)    (The Corries)