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