Mack the Knife

Oh, the shark, babe
Has such teeth, dear
And it shows them
Pearly white
Just a jackknife
Has old MacHeath, dear
And he keeps it out of sight
Y'know, when that shark bites
With his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows
Start to spread
Fancy gloves, though,
Wears old Macheath, dear
So there's never, oh there's never a trace of red
On the sidewalk
Ooh, Sunday morning, uh huh
Lies a body
Just oozing life
Someone's sneaking
'Round the corner
Could that someone be Mack the Knife?
There's a tugboat
Down by the river, don't you know
Oh, a cement bag's
Drooping down
Well that cement is just, oh
It's there for the weight dear
Five will get you ten; Mackie's back in town
Hear about Louie Miller?
He disappeared, now
After drawing out all, all of his
Hard-earned cash
And MacHeath spends
Just like a shill
Could it be our boy's done something rash?
Jenny Diver,
Sukey Tawdry
Look out, Miss Lottie Lenya
And old Lucy Brown
Oh the line forms
On the right babe
Now that Mackie's back in town
Say, Jenny Diver,
Sukey Tawdry
Look out, Miss Lottie Lenya
And old Lucy Brown
Well, that line forms
On the right babe
Now that Mackie's back in town
Look out, old Mack is back!
(Give 'em the real thing...)