Mack the Knife

Hey, that shark has pretty teeth, dear And it shows them pearly white Just a jackknife has MacHeath, dear And he keeps it, way out of sight When that shark bites with his teeth, dear Scarlet billows, they begin to spread Fancy white gloves has MacHeath, dear So there's never, never a trace of red On the sidewalk, one Sunday morning Lies a body, oozin' life Someone's sneaking 'round that corner Could that someone perhaps, per chance, be Mack the Knife? From a tugboat, on the river going slow A cement bag is droppin' down You know that cement is for the weight, dear You can make a large bet that bums in town (yeah, he's in town) My man Louie Miller, he split the scene, babe After drawin' out all the bread from his stash Now Mack, he spends like a sailor Do you suppose this guy, he did somethin' rash? Old Satchmo, Louie Armstrong, Bobby Darin They did this song nice, Lady Ella, too They all sang it with so much feeling That Old Blue Eyes, he ain't gonna add anything new (Oh, yes, you do) But with this big, fat band jumping behind me Swinging hard, Jack (that's Jimmy, Frank), I know I can't loose When I tell you all about Mack the Knife, babe It's an offer you can never refuse We got Patrick Williams, Bill Miller playin' that piano And this wonderful, great, big band bringin' up the rear All these bad cats, in this bad town They make the greatest sound you're ever gonna hear Oh, Sukey Tawdry (oh, Sukey Tawdry) Jenny Diver (Jenny Diver) Polly Peachum (I know her well) Miss Lulu Brown Yeah, the line forms on the right, dear Now that MacHeath (oh, MacHeath) Yeah, that bum is back (oh, that bum, he's back) And I'm gonna tell you what I think that you should know (What should I do?) You better lock your door and call the law Because MacHeath, he's come back to town Get under the bed, hide, go to the country, any place (Look out, old Mack is back) Anywhere he's gonna get you