Waltzing Matilda - Rod Stewart

Wasted and wounded, 
And it ain´t what the moon did, 
I 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 is broken, 
And my strength is soaking away to go 
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, 
You´ll go waltzing Matilda with me. 

Now the dogs they 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 bushills I staggered, 
You buried the dagger, 
Your silhouette window light, to go 
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, 
You´ll go waltzing Matilda with me. 

Now I´ve lost my St. Christopher, 
Now that I kissed her, 
And the one armed bandit knows. 
And the maverick Chinaman, 
With the cold blooded smile, 
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, 
Fugitives say, 
That the streets ain´t for dreaming now. 
Manslaughter dragnet, 
And the ghost that sells memories, 
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, 
In a hotel someplace, 
And a wound that would 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. 
Goodnight Matilda, too.