Coco's Outback - The Story...
Old Coco has gone troppo. After
a year on the walkabout, ending up in Woop Woop, he decided to
go back O.S. and give it a burl. It was no piece of piss, but
finally the ridgy-didge Coco’s Outback has opened!
Here’s the deadset.
Without big-noting ourselves,
Coco’s Outback stands out like dog’s balls in the center of Amsterdam.
No longer will all you blokes and Sheila’s have to fossick through
the city, looking for a dinkum boozer. Some may say it’s Clayton’s,
but the ones who will be boggin’ into our well-priced juicy crocodile
pies will all agree: Coco’s got the kangaroos loose in the top
paddock!
Because, even if you don’t
have a brass razoo, no worries! Hitting the turps with ace frozen
handles in the Outback won’t dig a hole in your wallet. Coco’s
serves sharply priced coldies, and will provide the dead horse
with your chips for free, of course.
And for all you Larrikins,
rest assured: For real you’ll be grinning like a shot fox, coz
Coco’s Outback will rave on from the arvo ‘til the early morning.
So tag your cobbers along,
and be a dag!
(For those who don't know Christmas
from Bourke street about strine):
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