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Waltzing Matilda whipped out her wallet |
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The sexy boy smiled in dismay |
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She took out four twenties, 'cause she liked round figures |
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Everybody's a queen for a day |
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Oh, babe, I'm on fire and you know I admire |
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Your body, why don't we slip away? |
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Although I'm sure you're certain, it's a rarity me flirtin' |
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Sha la la la, this way |
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Oh, sha la la la la, sha la la la la |
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Hey, baby, come on, let's slip away |
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Luscious and gorgeous, oh what a hunk of muscle! |
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Call out the national guard |
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She creamed in her jeans as he picked up her means |
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From off of the formica topped bar |
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And cascading slowly, he lifted her wholly |
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And boldly out of this world |
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And despite people's derision, proved to be more than diversion |
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Sha la la la, later on |
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And then sha la la la la, he entered her slowly |
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And showed her where he was coming from |
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And then sha la la la la, he made love to her gently |
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It was like she'd never ever come |
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And then sha la la la la, sha la la la la |
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When the sun rose and he made to leave |
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You know, sha la la la la, sha la la la la |
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Neither one regretted a thing |
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I don't slip away? |
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Hey, that cunt's not breathin' |
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I think she's had too much |
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Of something or other, hey man, you know what I mean |
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I don't mean to scare you |
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But you're the one who came here |
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And you're the one who's gotta take her when you leave |
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I'm not being smart |
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Or trying to be cold on my part |
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And I'm not gonna wear my heart on my sleeve |
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But you know people get all emotional |
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And sometimes man, they just don't act rational |
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You know, they think they're just on TV |
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Sha la la la, man |
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Why don't you just slip her away? |
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You know, I'm glad that we met, man |
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It really was nice talking |
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And I really wish that there was a little more time to speak |
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But you know it could be a hassle |
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Trying to explain myself to a police officer |
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About how it was that your old lady got herself stiffed |
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And it's not like we could help |
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But there was nothing no one could do |
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And if there was, man, you know I would have been the first |
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But when someone turns that blue |
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Well, it's a universal truth |
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And then you just know that bitch will never fuck again |
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By the way, that's really some bad shit |
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That you came to our place with |
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But you ought to be more careful around the little girls |
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It's either the best or it's the worst |
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And since I don't have to choose |
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I guess I won't and I know this ain't no way to treat a guest |
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But why don't you grab your old lady by the feet? |
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And just lay her out on the darkened street |
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And by morning, she's just another hit and run |
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You know, some people got no choice |
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And they can't never find a voice |
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To talk with that they can even call their own |
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So the first thing that they see |
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That allows them the right to be |
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Why they follow it? |
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You know, it's called bad luck |
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Believe me, that it's just a lie |
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That's what she tells her friends |
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'Cause the real song, the real song |
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Which she won't even admit to herself |
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Beat narrow heart, the song lots of people know |
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It's a painful song, it'll only say the truth |
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It lasts for sad songs |
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Penny for a wish |
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A wish won't make you a soldier |
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A pretty kiss or a pretty face |
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Can't have it's way |
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The champs like us who were born to play |
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Love is gone away |
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And there's no one here now |
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And there's nothing left to say |
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But, oh, how I miss him, baby |
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Oh, baby, come on and slip away |
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Come on, baby, why don't you slip away? |
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Love is gone away |
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Took the rings off my fingers |
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And there's nothing left to say |
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But, oh how, oh how I need him, baby |
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Come on, baby, I need you baby |
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Oh, please don't slip away |
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I need your loving so bad, babe |
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Please don't slip away |
