Hey Mathilda, Mathilda, Mathilda

She take my money and run, Venezuela

Five hundred dollars friends I lost

Poor man even sell my cab and horse

Matilda, she take my money and run Venezuela

Well the money was to buy my house and land

Then she got a serious plan

Well the money was just inside my bed

Stuck up in the pillow beneath my head

Well my friends never to love again

All my money gone in vain