Mack the Knife

Oh the shark has Pretty teeth dear And he shows them Pearly white Just a jackknife Has old Macheath 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 Macheath dear So there's never a trace of red On the side walk Sunday morning Lies a body just oozing life Someone sneaking round the corner Could that someone be Mack the Knife? From a tugboat by the river A cement bag's dropping down The cement's just for the weight dear Bet'ya Mackies back in town Louie Miller disappeared dear After drawing out his hard earned cash And now Macheath spends, just like a sailor Could it be, our boy's done something rash? Now, Jenny Diver, Suky Tawdry Look out, Miss Polly Peachum, and ol' Lucy Brown Oh the line forms on the right dears Now that Mackies back in town