[Verse 1: Aussie pub-rock male lead, rowdy and broad, open-chord guitars] Coolabah Station in the forty-degree heat Four thousand merinos and a board for my feet Nine years the ringer, fastest blade in the shed Two hundred a day and I'm never in bed New girl turns up with a ute and a pan Shaz, says the boss, she's the cook, she's the plan Sat on the rails with a smoke and a grin Said love, you can watch while the big boys begin [Pre-Chorus: Aussie pub-rock male lead, building] Bet you my season you can't shear twenty by smoko She put down the spoon and said righto, have a go, though [Chorus: Aussie pub-rock male lead, full band, every word on the snare] She's a ringer, mate, she's a ringer Fastest in the shed and she came in cooking dinner Took my wages on a bet, she took my name off the board She's a ringer, mate, she's a ringer, Lord [Verse 2: Aussie pub-rock male lead, faster, the riff chugging] Handpiece buzzing like a hive in her fist Wool coming off like a coat that's been kissed Second-cut nothing, not a nick on the skin Sheep walking out like they're glad that they've been Twenty by smoko, I said beginner's luck Fifty by lunch and I'm stuck in the muck Rouseabouts cheering and the classer went quiet Boss on the phone like he's calling a riot [Pre-Chorus: Aussie pub-rock male lead, building] Bet you my season you can't shear twenty by smoko She put down the spoon and said righto, have a go, though [Chorus: Aussie pub-rock male lead, full band, every word on the snare] She's a ringer, mate, she's a ringer Fastest in the shed and she came in cooking dinner Took my wages on a bet, she took my name off the board She's a ringer, mate, she's a ringer, Lord [Bridge: Aussie pub-rock male lead, twin guitars racing the hook in harmony underneath] Two hundred and four by the knock-off bell Me on one-sixty and my back gone to hell Boss reads the paper, there's her face on page two National champion out of Merriwa, cooking for the crew [Verse 3: Aussie pub-rock male lead, roaring, pub singalong energy] Rival station sent her just to clean me out Two ringers in the one word, now I know what it's about Paid her in the pub with the whole shed watching Every bloke in Bourke laughing, every phone there clocking She bought the round with my money, fair enough Said Kev, you're quick, but you talk too much Now I'm sweeping the board and she's top of the list And the best stew I ever had was the one that I missed [Chorus: Aussie pub-rock male lead, full band, every word on the snare] She's a ringer, mate, she's a ringer Fastest in the shed and she came in cooking dinner Took my wages on a bet, she took my name off the board She's a ringer, mate, she's a ringer, Lord [Outro: Aussie pub-rock male lead] Two-oh-four, mate, two-oh-four [End]
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