Waltzing Matilda whipped out her wallet
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Sexy boys smiled in dismay
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She took out four twenties, 'cause she liked brown figures
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Everybody screamed for a day
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Oh, babe, I'm on fire and, you know that I admire your body
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Why don't we slip away - hey
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Although I'm sure you're certain, it's a rarity me flirtin'
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She la la la this way - hey
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Oh sha la la la la - sha la la la - hey
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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 knees
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From off of the formica topped board
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And cascading slowly, he lifted her wholly and boldly
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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 la later on and then sha la la la la la
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He entered her slowly 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 never ever come
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And then sha la la la la 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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Street Hassle: Waltzing Matilda
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| Lou Reed |
