Tom Traubert's Blues
  Wasted and wounded, 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 bucks from you
 To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, 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
 No one speaks English, and everything's broken, and my Stacys are soaking wet
 To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing Matilda with me
 
 Now the dogs are barking and the taxi cab's parking, a lot they can do for me
 I begged you to stab me, you tore my shirt open, and I'm down on my knees tonight
 Old Bushmills I staggered, you buried the dagger in your silhouette window light
 To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing Matilda with me
 
 Now I've lost my Saint Christopher, now that I’ve kissed her
 And the one-arm bandit knows
 And the maverick Chinaman with the cold-blooded sigh
 And the girls down by the striptease shows
 Go waltzing 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 now
 And manslaughter dragnet and the ghosts that sell memories
 They want a piece of the action anyhow
 Go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing Matilda with me
 
 And you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailor,
 And the old men in wheelchairs know, that Matilda's the defendant
 She killed about a hundred, and she follows wherever you may go
 Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing Matilda with me
 
 And it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace, and a wound that will never heal
 No prima donnas, the perfume is on an old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey
 And goodnight to the street sweepers, the night watchmen flame keepers
 And goodnight Matilda too