Mack The Knife
(B. Brecht / K. Weill / M. Blitzstein)
Oh the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear
And he shows them pearly white
Just a jack knife has ol’ MacHeath, babe
And he keeps it, out of sight
You know, when that shark bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
And 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 our boy, Mack the knife?
From a tug boat down by the river, don’t ya know
There’s a cement bag's just dropping on down
That cement's there, it’s there for the weight, dear
Five will get you ten, oh Mack, he’s back in town
Did you hear bout Louie Miller? He disappeared, babe
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?
Jenny Diver, oh Sukey Tawdry,
Look out Miss Polly Peachum, and old Lucy Brown
Yeah the line forms on the right, dear
Now that Mackie is back in town
I said, Jenny Diver, Sukey Tawdry,
Look out Miss Lotte Lenya, and old Lucy Brown
Yeah the line forms on the right, babe
Now that Mackie’s back in town
Look out, old Mackie is back!
