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, keeps it way out of sight

When that shark bites with his teeth, dear

Scarlet billows, they begin to spread

Fancy white gloves though has MacHeath, dear

So there's really never one trace of red

On the sidewalk one Sunday morning

Lies a body, oozin' life

Someone's sneakin' 'round the corner

Could that someone perhaps, perchance be Mack the Knife?

From a tugboat on the river goin' slow

A cement bag, it is droppin' down

Yeah, the cement is just for the weight, dear

You can make a large bet, Mack, he is back in town

My man, Louie Miller, he split the scene, babe

After drawin' out all the bread from his stash

Now MacHeath spends just like a pimp, babe

Do you suppose that our boy, he did somethin' rash?

Old Satchmo, Louis Armstrong, Bobby Darin

They did this song nice, Lady Ella too

They all sang it with so much feeling

That Ol' Blue Eyes, he ain't gonna add nothin' new

But with Quincy's big band right behind me

Swingin' hard, Jack, I know I can't lose

When I tell you all about Mack the Knife, babe

It's an offer you can never refuse

We got George Benson, we got Newman Foster

We the Breaker Brothers and Hampton's bringin' up the rear

All these bad cats and more are in the band now

They make the greatest sounds you ever gonna hear

Hey, Sookie Tawdry, Jenny Diver

Polly Peachum, oh Miss Lulu Brown

Oh, the line forms on the right, dear

Now that MacHeath, I mean that man

MacHeath, yeah, he's bad, mercy, mercy

Yeah, he's badder than ol' Leroy Brown

You better lock your door and call the law

Because MacHeath, that bum, he's back in town