She's Rare - Paul Kelly

Some men climb mountains just to test their soul

Other men dig down in the ground looking for buried gold

Some men go diving and never come up for air

I’m a climber, I’m a miner, I’m a diver for her

Because she’s rare

Down at the track they’re all standing in line

Out on the oval it’s just three-quarter time

Inside the ring all you hear is a dull roar

I’m a gambler, I’m a player, I’m a fighter for her

Because she’s rare, she’s rare

There’s a man with a gun on the lake before daylight

Another man dressed in black creeping round your door last night

And a man with a rod sitting on the end of the pier

I’m a hunter, I’m a thief, I’m a fisherman for her

Because she’s rare, she’s rare

Outside in the alley I can hear the deal go down

Over in the park another bottle’s going round

Somebody’s in trouble 'cause they can’t cough up their share

I’m hanging out, I’m thirsty, I’m raging for her

Because she’s rare, she’s rare, so rare