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Oh the shark has pretty teeth dear
And he shows them pearly white
Just a jack-knife has Mac-heath, dear
And he keeps it out of sight
When the shark bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves though wears Mac-heath, dear
So there's not a trace, not a trace of red
On the sidewalk on a Sunday morning
Lies a body oozing life
Someone's sneaking 'round that corner
Tell me could it be, could it be Mack the Knife

On a tugboat down by the river, don't you know
A cement bag's dropping down
The cement's just for the weight, dear
Bet you that cat called Mack-heath, oh Mack-heath, he's back in town

Oh Louie Miller that cat he disappeared, dear
After drawing out, drawing out his cash
And Mack-heath dear, he spends like a sailor
Tell me, tell me did my boy do something bad?

Ah, Suky Tawdry and old Lucy Brown
(Scatting like Louie Armstrong) … Lucy Brown
Yes, the line forms on the right, dear
(Thank you folks, look out there Bobby Darrin
You and me singing the same song… (Scats))
Bobby Darrin and Louie Armstrong
They made a record - woo!
What a record of this song
And now Ella - Ella and her fellas
We’re making a rec- what a rec- such a record
This same old song

Yes, we’ve sung it
Oo-oh we’ve swung it
We’ve swung old Mac
We’ve swung old Mac in town
And for you people here
Here in… …town
Look out look out look out look out

Holy mackerel I sees a lookout there!
Oh Mack-heath's back in town

He’s back in Berlin town

[wild applause]

(Thank you ladies and gentlemen
You know, I’m so embarrassed…
This is where the first time I sang “Mack The Knife”
And I got to the part of the town
I couldn’t think of it! (laughs)
Oh!)
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Transcribed from CD 02Aug22 caj