The Ballad Of Mac The Knife

See the shark has teeth like razors

All can read his open face

And Macheath has got a knife, but

Not in such an obvious place

See the shark, How red his fins are

As he slashes at his prey

Mac the Knife wears white kid gloves which

Give the minimum away

By the Thames turbid waters

Men abruptly tumble down

Is it plague, or is it cholera?

Or a sign Macheath's in town?

On a beautiful blue Sunday

See a corpse stretched on the Strand

See a man dodge around the corner...

Mackie's friends will understand

And the ghastly fire in Soho

Seven children at one go

In the crowd stands Mac the knife, but

He's not asked and doesn't know

In the crowd stands Mac the knife, but

He's not asked and doesn't know