Tom Traubert's Blues (Waltzing Matilda)
Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon didI've got what I paid for nowsee ya tomorrow, hey Frank, can I borrowa couple of bucks from you, to goWaltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzingMatilda with me
I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alleyand I'm tired of all these soldiers hereno one speaks English, and everything's brokenand my Stacys are soaking wetto go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing Matilda with me
now the dogs are barkingand the taxi cab's parkinga lot they can do for meI begged you to stab meyou tore my shirt openand I'm down on my knees tonightOld Bushmill's I staggered, you buried the dagger inyour silhouette window light to gowaltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzingMatilda with me
now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I've kissed her and the one-armed bandit knows, and the maverick Chinamen, and the cold-blooded signsand the girls down by the strip-tease shows gowaltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing Matilda with me
no, I don't want your sympathy, the fugitives say that the streets aren't for dreaming nowmanslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memoriesthey want a piece of the action anyhow gowaltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing Matilda with me
and you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailorand the old men in wheelchairs knowthat Matilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundredand she follows wherever you may gowaltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzingMatilda with me
and it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplaceand a wound that will never healno prima donna, the perfume is onan old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskeyand goodnight to the street sweepersthe night watchman flame keepersand goodnight to Matilda too