Mack the Knife

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!