I went to the Chinese butcher looking for a lamb rack.
\"No lamb rack, all sold out,
You to slow, Tomorrow come back.\"
As I turned to walk out the door another voice calls, \"what you looking for?\"
I\'m looking for a lamb rack.
\"We have one here, in fridge out the back.\"
$45 a kilo, if you take it all.
That\'s a good deal. I be back for sure.
Got some cash out and came back
To my surprise they said,\"no lamb rack.\"
\"Lamb rake sold, you to slow.\"
\"Come back tomorrow, might give you a go.\"
I left the butcher feeling dejected, could that be so?
Or was I being rejected.
The other butchers had a much higher price,
And to be perfectly honest didn\'t look as nice.
And as I shuffled home passing the store,
I spotted miss friendly out back on the floor,
I peaked in an said, \"got any rack?\"
She said, \"I told you, rack out the back!\"
Aussie\'s are racist, so we are told,
But to deny me that rack was certainly cold.
But I think my charm won in the end,
And I\'m hoping to make that Chinese butcher my friend.