[Verse 1]
See the shark, his teeth like razors
All can read his open face
And Macheath has got a knife but
Not in such an obvious place

[Verse 2]
See the shark, how red his fins are
As he slashes at his prey
Mack the Knife wears white kid gloves which
Give the minimum away

[Verse 3]
By the Thames' turbid waters
Men abruptly tumble down
Is it plague, or is it cholera
Or a sign Macheath's in town?

[Verse 4]
On a beautiful blue Sunday
See a corpse stretched on the Strand
See a man dodge round the corner
Mackie's friends will understand

[Verse 5]
And the ghastly firе in Soho
Seven children at a go
In thе crowd stands Mack the Knife but
He's not asked and doesn't know