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CrazyBull image song.

This song seems to be Bull's image song.

I'm happy to hear that, so I'd like to introduce this song again on this blog.

Tom's Traubert's Blues

And here are the lyrics and Japanese translation of this song.

Wasted and wounded,

it ain't what the moon did,

I've got what I paid for now

See you tomorrow, hey Frank,

can I borrow a couple of bucks from you

Tired and wounded

I'm not saying it was because the moon was out

It's only now that I've paid the bill

See you tomorrow, hey Frank

Can you lend me a couple of dollars

To go waltzing Mathilda,

waltzing Mathilda,

You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me

I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley

And I'm tired of all these soldiers here

No one speaks English,

and everything's broken,

and my Stacys are soaking wet

I'm an innocent victim who wandered into a dead end

I'm sick of these soldiers

No one speaks English

Everything's a mess

My shoes are all wet

To go waltzing Mathilda,

waltzing Mathilda,

You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me

Let's just go out and get drunk

You'll come with me...

Now the dogs are barking

and the taxi cab's parking

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 Bushmill's I staggered,

you'd bury the dagger

In your silhouette window light go

The dogs are barking There's a cab waiting

They could do something for me

I asked them to stab me

They ripped my shirt

So tonight I'm begging them not to

I'm swaying on Old Bushmill

You're stabbing me with your silhouette in the window

To go waltzing Mathilda,

waltzing Mathilda,

You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me

And I'll go on a trip

Stay drunk

You'll go on a trip with me

Now I lost my Saint Christopher now

that I've kissed her

And the one-armed bandit knows

And the maverick Chinamen,

and the cold-blooded signs,

And the girls down by the strip-tease shows,

I lost my St. Christopher pendant that I kissed so many times

All I know is slot machines

Others are Chinese loners and coldly hanging signs

The women in strip shows know

go

Waltzing Mathilda,

waltzing Mathilda,

You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me

Let's go

Walk along

I'm staggering

Why don't you join me

No, I don't want your sympathy,

the fugitives say

That the streets aren't for dreaming now

And manslaughter dragnets

and the ghosts that sell memories,

They want a piece of the action anyhow

No, I don't want your sympathy,

the fugitives say

That the streets aren't for dreaming now

And manslaughter dragnets

and the ghosts that sell memories,

They want a piece of the action anyhow

The ones that got away say

You can't dream in the streets now

The murderer's dragnet Ghosts selling memories

They just want a share

Go waltzing Mathilda,

waltzing Mathilda,

You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me

Just walk

Staggering

You'll go with me

And you can ask any sailor,

and the keys from the jailor,

And the old men in wheelchairs know

And Mathilda's the defendant,

she killed about a hundred,

And she follows wherever you may go

Waltzing Mathilda,

waltzing Mathilda,

You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me

Waltzing Matilda

Go ahead

Come chase your dreams 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 watchmen flame keepers

And goodnight to Mathilda, too

Let's go to a hotel with a battered suitcase

And a wound that will never heal...

No prima donna, the perfume is on

An old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey

To the street sweepers, the night watchmen

I'll say goodnight

And to Mathilda, too...