Duke Tumatoe
Larry Bird
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 go Waltzing Mathilda, Waltzing MathildaYou'll go Waltzing Mathilda with meI'm an innocent victim of a blinded alleyAnd I'm tired of all these soldiers hereNo one speaks English, and every thing's brokenAnd my stacks are soaking wetTo go Waltzing Mathilda, Waltzing MathildaYou'll go Waltzing Mathilda with meNow the dogs are barking and the taxi cab's parkingA lot they can do for meI begged you to stab me, you tore my shirt openAnd I'm down on my knees tonightOld bush mill's I staggered, you buried the dagger inYour silhouette window lightTo go Waltzing Mathilda, Waltzing MathildaYou'll go Waltzing Mathilda with meNow I lost my Saint Christopher now that I've kissed herAnd the one-armed bandit knowsAnd the Maverick Chinamen, and the cold-blooded signsLetras de cancionesWaltzing Mathilda, Waltzing MathildaYou'll go Waltzing Mathilda with meNo, I don't want your sympathy, the fugitives sayThat the streets aren't for dreaming nowManslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memoriesThey want a piece of the action anyhow goWaltzing Mathilda, Waltzing MathildaYou'll go Waltzing Mathilda with meAnd you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailerAnd the old men in wheelchairs knowThat Mathilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundredAnd she follows wherever you may goWaltzing Mathilda, Waltzing MathildaYou'll go Waltzing Mathilda with meAnd 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 keepers and goodnight to Mathilda too
From Letras Mania