Mack The Knife

Oh the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear
And he shows them, pearly white
Just a jackknife has MacHeath, babe
And he keeps it, out of sight

Ya know when that shark bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves, oh, its old MacHeath, babe
So there's never, never a trace of red

On the sidewalk, oh, Sunday morning, dontcha know
Lies a body just oozin' life
And someone's sneakin' 'round the corner
Could that be our boy, Mack the knife?

From a tug boat, down by the river, dontcha know
There's a cement bag just dropping on down
That cement's there, it's there for the weight, dear
Five'll get ya ten old Mack, he's back in town

D'ja hear 'bout Louie Miller, he disappeared, baby
After drawing out all, his hard-earned cash
And now MacHeath spends, he spends just like a, like a sailor
Could it be, could it be, could it be, our boy's done something rash?
Now Jenny Diver, oh Sukey Tawdry
Look out Miss Lotte Lenya, and ole Lucy Brown
Yeah, the line forms on the right, babe
Now that Macky's back in town

I said Jenny Diver, woah, oh Sukey Tawdry
Look out Miss Lotte Lenya, and ole Lucy Brown
Yeah the line forms on the right, babe
Now that Macky's, back in town...

Look out, old Macky is back, wow!