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 donna, the perfume is on
an old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey
and goodnight to the street sweepers
the night watchman flame keepers
and goodnight to Matilda too
Tom Waits - Waltzing Matilda