Mack The Knife

Writer(s): Kurt Weill / Bertold Brecht / Mark Blitzstein

Oh, the shark has pretty teeth dear, and he shows ’em, pearly white
Just a jack knife has Macheath dear, and he keeps it way out of sight
When that shark bites with his teeth, dear, scarlet billows begin to spread
Fancy gloves though 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 the corner, could that someone be Mack the Knife
From a tugboat, on the river going slow, a cement bag is dropping on down
You know that cement is for the weight dear,
You can make a large bet Mackie’s back in town
My man Louis Miller, he split the scene babe
After drawing out all the bread from his stash
Now Macheath spends like a sailor, do you suppose our boy, he’s done something rash
Old Satchmo, Louis Armstrong, Bobby Darrin, did this song nice, Lady Ella too
They all sang it, with so much feeling, that Old Blue Eyes,
He ain’t gonna add nothing new
But with this big band, jumping behind me, swinging hard, Jack, I now I can’t lose
When I tell you, all about Mack the Knife babe, it’s an offer, you can never refuse
We got Patrick Williams, Bill Miller playing that piano
And this great big band, bringing up the rear, all the band cats, in this band now
They make the greatest sounds, you’re ever gonna hear
Oh Sookie Taudry, Jenny Diver, Polly Peachum, Old Miss Lulu Brown
Hey the line forms, on the right dear, now that Macheath’s back in town
You’d better lock your doors, and call the law, because Macheath’s back in town

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