Oh, the shark babe, has such teeth, dear
And he shows them, pearly white
Just a jackknife has ol' MacHeath, babe
And he keeps it out of sight
You know when the shark bites with its teeth, dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves, though, wears ol' MacHeath, babe
So there's never, never a trace of red
On the sidewalk oh sunday morning, don't you know
Lies a body just oozing life
And someone's sneaking 'round the corner
Could that be a boy, Mack the Knife
From a tugboat, down by the river, don't you know
Where's a cement bag just drooping all down
That's cement's their, is there for the weight dear
Five'll get ya ten, oh Mackie's back in town
Now... Louie Miller, he disappeared, baby
After drawing out all his heart and cash
And now MacHeath spends, he spends just like,
Like a sailor
Could it be, could it be, could it be
A boy's done something rash
Now, Jenny Diver, oh, Sukey Tawdry
Look at, Miss Lotte Lenya and ol' Lucy Brown
Yeah, the line forms on the right babe
Now that Mackie's back in town
I said Jenny Diver, oh
Oh, Sukey Tawdry, look at Miss Lotte Lenya
And ol' Lucy Brown
Yeah, the line forms on the right babe
Now that Mackie's back in town
Look at ol' Mac, he's back, wow
Writer(s): Kurt Weill, Marc Blitzstein, Bertolt Brecht
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