Oh, the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear, And it shows them pearly white. Just a jackknife has old MacHeath, babe, And it keeps it out of sight. You know, when that shark bites with his teeth, babe, Scarlet billows start to spread. Fancy gloves, though, wears old MacHeath, babe, So there's never, never a trace of red. And on the sidewalk, oh, Sunday morning, Lies a body just oozing life. And someone's sneaking round the corner. Could that someone be Mac the Knife? There's a tugboat down by the river, don't you know, Where a cement bag is just drooping on down. Oh, that cement is just, it's there for the weight, dear. Five will get you ten old MacHeaths back in town. Don't you hear about Louie Miller? He disappeared, babe, after drawing out all his hard-earned cash. And now MacHeath spins just like a sailor. Could it be our boy's dog, something rash? Teddy Diver, oh, oh, yeah, Sookie Tawdry, oh, Miss Lottie Linya, And old Lucy Brown, oh, the lion forms on the right, babe. Now that MacHeath's back in town. I said, Teddy Diver, oh, Sookie Tawdry, look out to Miss Lottie Linya, And old Lucy Brown, yes, that lion forms on the right, babe. Now that MacHeath's back in town. Look out, old MacHeath's back.