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 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 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 Bushmill's I staggered, you'd bury the dagger 
  In your silhouette window light go
  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
  And the maverick Chinamen, and the cold-blooded signs, 
  And the girls down by the strip-tease shows, go
  Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, 
  You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me

  No, I don't want your sympathy, the fugitives say 
  That the streets aren't for dreaming now
  And manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories, 
  They want a piece of the action anyhow
  Go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, 
  You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me

  And you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailor, 
  And the old men in wheelchairs know
  And Mathilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundred, 
  And she follows wherever you may go
  Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, 
  You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me

  And it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace, 
  And a wound that will never heal
  No prima donna, 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 to Mathilda, too