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    "Mack The Knife" Lyrics

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    Hey, the shark has pretty teeth, dear
    And it shows them pearly white
    Just a jackknife has Mac Heath, 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 Mac Heath, dear
    So there's never, never a trace of red

    On the sidewalk, one Sunday morning,
    Lies a body, oozing' life,
    Someone's sneaking', 'round that corner
    Could that someone perhaps per chance be Mack the Knife?

    From the tugboat, on a river going slow
    A cement bag's dropping 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 drawing' out all the bread from his stash
    Now Mac Heath spends like a sailor
    Do you suppose this guy he did something rash?

    Old' Satchsmoke, Louie Armstrong, Bobby Daron
    They did this song nice, Lady Ella too
    They all sang it, with so much feeling
    That old blue eyes here 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)
    I know I cant loose, When I tell you
    All about Mack the Knife, babe
    It's an offer you can never refuse

    We've got Patrick William,
    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 ever gonna here

    Oh Sukey Tawdry, (Oh Sukey Tawdry)
    Jenny Diver, (Jenny Diver)
    Polly Peaches (I know her well) Ms Lulu Brown
    Yeah, the line forms on the right, dear
    Now that Mack he
    (Oh Mack he)
    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 Mack he
    he's come back to town

    Get under the bed hide
    (Look out old Mack is back)
    • submitted by Yukime
    • corrected on October 6th, 2014
    • written by Marc Blitzstein, Bertolt Brecht, Kurt Weill
    • copyright with Lyrics © Warner/chappell Music, Inc.

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