Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear
And it shows them pearly white
Just a jackknife has MacHeath, dear
And it keeps it way out of sight
When that shark bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows begin to spread
Fancy gloves, wears old MacHeath, dear
So there's never, never a trace of red
On the sidewalk, on a Sunday mornin
Lies a body oozin' life
Someone's sneakin' around that corner
can it be Mack the Knife?
Tugboats down by the river
don't you know
There's a cement bag's dropping down
Bobby Darin, Ella, Louis made a record of this song
Now me and the fellas are trying not to break this song
Now a phrase and a chorus, that I used to know
now i'm swinging, and I'm bringing
Oh you fine folks here at the Paramount
can we bring a little big band, back to town
I'd like to thank you for coming out to the Paramount
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