Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the mood did, I've got what I prayed for now I'll see you tomorrow, hey Frank, can I borrow a couple of bucks from you To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley And I'm tired of all these soldiers here No one speaks English, and everything's broken, and my Stacys are soaking wet to go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
Now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I've kissed her And the one-armed bandit knows That the maverick Chinaman with his cold-blooded style And the girls stand by the strip-tease shows, go Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
Now I don't want your sympathy, the fugitive says That the streets ain't for dreaming now Manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories, want a piece of the action anyhow Go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
It's a battered old suitcase in a hotel someplace, And a wound that will never heal No prima donnas, the perfume is on It's an old shirt that's stained with blood and whiskey And goodnight to the street sweepers, the night watchmen, the flame keepers Goodnight Mathilda, too And Goodnight Mathilda, too