Mathilda Harry Belafonte   Hey, Mathilda, Mathilda, Mathilda   She takes me money and run Venezuela   Once again now... 500 dollars, friends, I lost What made me sell me cat and horse Mathilda, she takes me money and run Venezuela   Everbody... Well, de money was just inside me bed Stuck up in de pillow beneath me head Mathilda, she takes me money and run Venezuela   Don't you know... Well, me friends, never to love again All me money gone in vain Mathilda, she takes me money and run Venezuela    Sing a little softer...    Sing a little louder...   alles-uke.de