it ain't what the moon did,
I've got what I paid for now.
See you tomorrow, hey Frank,
can I borrow a couple of quid from you?
You'll go waltzing Matilda with me
I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley
And I'm tired of all these soldiers here
and my Stacey's are soaking wet
You'll go waltzing Matilda with me
Now the dogs they are barking,
and the taxi cabs parking,
a lot they can do for me.
I've begged you to stab me,
and I'm down on my knees tonight.
Old Bushmills, I stagger,
your silhouette, window -line.
you'll go waltzing Matilda with me.
And I've lost my Saint Christopher,
now that I've kissed her,
and the one -armed bandit knows
and the girls down by the striptease shows
And I don't want your sympathy,
the ghosts that sell memories
Want a piece of the action
Anyhow, go waltzing Matilda
You'll go waltzing Matilda with me
And you can ask any sailor
Or the keys from the jailer
And the old man in wheelchairs knows
That Matilda's the defendant
She killed about a hundred
It's a battered old suitcase
And a wound that will never heal
No prima donna, the perfume is on her
An old shirt that's stained
Good night to the street sweepers,
the night watchman, flame keepers,
