Oh,
that shark has
pretty teeth, dear,
And it shows them
pearly white.
Just a
jackknife has old MacHeath, babe,
And he keeps it,
keeps it way out of sight.
When that shark bites with his teeth, babe,
Scarlet billows,
they begin to spread.
Fancy white gloves has old MacHeath,
babe,
So there's never a trace of red.
On the sidewalk one Sunday morning
Lies a body who's in life.
Someone's sneaking round that corner.
Could that someone perhaps for chance be Mac the
Knife?
From a tugboat down by the river going slow,
A cement bag is dropping down.
You know that cement's just for the weight,
dear.
You can make a large bet that bums in town.
My man Louis Miller,
he split the seam, babe,
After drawing all the bread from his stash.
Now MacHeath spins just like a sailor.
Do you suppose that our boy,
he did something rash?
Oh,
Satchmo, Louis Armstrong,
Bobby Darin,
They did that song, nice lady, Ella too.
They all sang it
with so much feeling.
That old blue ice,
he ain't gonna add anything new.
But with his great big band jumping behind me,
Swinging hard, Jack,
I know I can lose.
That's when I tell you all about Mac the Knife,
babe.
It's an offer,
it's an offer you can never refuse.
We got Patrick Williams,
Bill Miller on the piano.
We got this great big band bringing another year.
All this band cats
in this band now,
they're gonna make the greatest sounds you ever gonna hear.
Oh, Sue Guitardry,
Jenny Diver,
Polly Pitchen,
Miss Lulu Brown.
Hey, the life forms on the right there.
Now that MacHeath,
that bum is back.
I'm gonna tell you what you should do.
You better lock your door and call the law,
Because MacHeath, that bum is back in town.
Get under the bed, he gonna get you.