1.BWasted and wounded,
it Fain`t what a moon did.
g7I got what I paid C7for now.

FI see you B tomorrow,
Hey, FFrank, can I borrow
a G9couple of bucks from C7you to go

CHORUS:
FWaltzing Matilg7da, Fwaltzing MatilBda, Fyou`ll go waltzing MatilG7da with me.

2. I`m an innocent victim
of a blinded alley,
and I`m tired of all these soldiers here.

And no one speaks English,
and ev`rything`s broken,
and my Staceys are soaking wet, but who`ll go

CHORUS:

3. Now dogs are barkin`
at taxicabs parkin`,
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 bury the dagger.
Your silhouette window light to go

CHORUS:

4. Now I`ve lost my Sint Christopher,
now that I`ve kissed her.
And the one-armed bandit knows.

And the maverick China man,
and the cold blooded signs,
and the girls down by the striptease shows go

CHORUS:

5. No, I don`t want your sympathy,
the fugitiv say,
that the streets aren`t for dreamin` now.

Manslaughter dragnets,
and the ghosts that sell memories,
they want a piece of the action anyhow go

CHORUS:

6. And you can ask any sailor,
and the keys from a jailer,
and the old men in wheelchairs know.

That Matilda`s the defendant,
and she killed about a hundred,
and she follows you wherever you may go

CHORUS:

7. 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 g7shirt
that is C7stained with Fblood and g7whiskey.

F7And good Bnight to the street sweepers,
the Fnight watchman, flame keepers,
and good g7night MaC7tilda, Ftoo.