Oh the shark baby has pretty teeth, dear
And he shows them pearly white
Just a jack knife has Mac Heath, dear
And he keeps it out of sight

When the shark bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves though wears Mac Heath, dear
So there's not a trace of red

On the sidewalk, oh Sunday morning don't you know
Lies a body oozing life
Someone's sneaking round the corner
Could that be our boy Mack the knife?

From a tug boat down by the river, don't you know
There's a cement bag's dropping down
That cement's just for the weight, dear
Five'll get ya ten old Mack, he's back in town

D'ja hear Louie Miller disappeared, baby
After drawing out his hard cash
And now MacHeath spends, he spends just like a, like a sailor
Could it be, could it be, could it be, our boy's done something rash?

Now Jenny Diver, oh Sukey Tawdry
Look out Miss Lotte Lenya, and ole Lucy Brown
Yeah, the line forms on the right, babe
Now that Macky's back in town

I said Jenny Diver, woah, oh Sukey Tawdry
Look out Miss Lotte Lenya, and ole Lucy Brown
Yeah the line forms on the right, babe
Now that Macky's
Back in town

Look out, old Macky is back

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Writer(s): Bertolt Brecht, Kurt Weill, Marc Blitzstein