Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear
And it shows them pearly white
Just a jackknife has MacHeath, dear
And it keeps it out of sight
When that shark bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves, wears MacHeath, dear
So there's never trace of red
On the sidewalk, Sunday morning
Lies a body oozing life
Someone's sneaking round that corner
Is that someone be Mack the Knife?
Somehow children of the darkness
Somehow children of the sun
You can see the sons of the daylight
Sons of darker, seen by night
Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear
And it shows them pearly white
Just a jackknife has MacHeath, dear
And it keeps it out of sight
