Mack The Knife

Oh, the shark has pretty teeth dear

And he shows 'em, pearly white

Just a jack knife has Macheath dear

And he keeps it way out of sight

When that shark bites with his teeth, dear

Scarlet billows begin to spread

Fancy gloves though 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 the corner

Could that someone be Mack the Knife

From a tugboat, on the river going slow

A cement bag is dropping on down

You know that cement is for the weight dear

You can make a large bet Mackie's back in town

My man Louis Miller, he split the scene babe

After drawing out all the bread from his stash

Now Macheath spends like a sailor

Do you suppose our boy, he's done something rash

Old Satchmo, Louis Armstrong, Bobby Darrin

Did this song nice, Lady Ella too

They all sang it, with so much feeling

That Old Blue Eyes, he ain't gonna add nothing new

But with his big band, jumping behind me

Swinging hard, Jack, I now I can't lose

When I tell you, all about Mack the Knife babe

It's an offer, you can never refuse

We got Patrick Williams, Bill Miller playing that piano

And this great big band, bringing up the rear

All the band cats, in this band now

They make the greatest sounds, you're never gonna hear

Oh Sookie Taudry, Jenny Diver, Polly Peachum, Old Miss Lulu Brown

Hey the line forms, on the right dear

Now that Macheath's back in town

You'd better lock your doors, and call the law

Because Macheath's back in town