Mathilda

Mathilda, Mathilda, Mathilda
she take me money and run venezuela.
Five thousand dollars friend I lost,
woman even take me cart and hoss.
Mathilda, she take me money and run venezuela.
Well the money was just me bed.
Stuck in the pillow beneath me head.
Mathilda, she take me money and run venezuela.
Well, me friends never to love again.
All me money gone in vain,
Mathilda, she take me money and run venezuela.
Matador,
die Fiesta beginnt und ich red' in den Wind,
drum' geh'.
Matador…