Mack the Knife

Hey, that shark has pretty teeth, dear

And it shows them pearly white

Just a jackknife has MacHeath, dear

And he keeps it, way out of sight

When that shark bites with his teeth, dear

Scarlet billows, they begin to spread

Fancy white gloves has MacHeath, dear

So there's never, never a trace of red

On the sidewalk, one Sunday morning

Lies a body, oozin' life

Someone's sneaking 'round that corner

Could that someone perhaps, per chance, be Mack the Knife?

From a tugboat, on the river going slow

A cement bag is droppin' down

You know that cement is for the weight, dear

You can make a large bet that bums in town (yeah, he's in town)

My man Louie Miller, he split the scene, babe

After drawin' out all the bread from his stash

Now Mack, he spends like a sailor

Do you suppose this guy, he did somethin' rash?

Old Satchmo, Louie Armstrong, Bobby Darin

They did this song nice, Lady Ella, too

They all sang it with so much feeling

That Old Blue Eyes, he ain't gonna add anything new

(Oh, yes, you do)

But with this big, fat band jumping behind me

Swinging hard, Jack (that's Jimmy, Frank), I know I can't loose

When I tell you all about Mack the Knife, babe

It's an offer you can never refuse

We got Patrick Williams, Bill Miller playin' that piano

And this wonderful, great, big band bringin' up the rear

All these bad cats, in this bad town

They make the greatest sound you're ever gonna hear

Oh, Sukey Tawdry (oh, Sukey Tawdry)

Jenny Diver (Jenny Diver)

Polly Peachum (I know her well)

Miss Lulu Brown

Yeah, the line forms on the right, dear

Now that MacHeath (oh, MacHeath)

Yeah, that bum is back (oh, that bum, he's back)

And I'm gonna tell you what I think that you should know

(What should I do?)

You better lock your door and call the law

Because MacHeath, he's come back to town

Get under the bed, hide, go to the country, any place

(Look out, old Mack is back)

Anywhere he's gonna get you