[STREET SINGER]
Oh, the poor shark, yes, the sweet shark
It has big teeth buried deep
Then there's Macheath with his big knife
But it's hidden in his sleep

And this same shark, this poor sweet shark
It sheds red blood when it bleeds
Mackie Big Knife wears a white glove
Pure in word and pure in deed

Sunday morning, lovely blue sky
There's a corpse stretched on the Strand
Who's your man cruising the corner?
Well, it's Mackie, knife in hand

Jenny Towler, poor wee Jenny
There they found her, knife in breast
Mackie's wandering on the West Pier
Hoping only for the best

Mind that fire burnt all through Soho
Seven kids dead, one old flower
Hey there, Mackie, how's she cuttin'?
Have another, hold your hour
And those sweet babes under sixteen
Story goes that black and blue
For the price of one good screwing
Mackie, Mackie, how could you ?

For the price of one good screwing
Mackie, Mackie, how could you ?