Mack the Knife

And the shark has pretty teeth dear

And he shows them pearly white

Just a jackknife, has Mac Heath dear

And he keeps it out of sight

When the shark bites with his teeth dear

Scarlet billows start to spread

Fancy gloves though, wears Mac Heath dear

So theres not a trace of red

On the sidewalk Sunday mornin'

Lies a body oozin' life

Someone’s sneaking ‘round the corner

Is that someone Mack the Knife?

Some are children of the darkness

Some are children of the Sun

You can see the sons of daylight

Sons of dark are seen by none

And the shark has pretty teeth dear

And he shows them pearly white

Just a jackknife, has Mac Heath dear

And he keeps it out of sight