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 its teeth, dear Scarlet billows begin to spread Fancy gloves, though, wears our MacHeath, babe So there’s never, never, ever a trace of red
On a sidewalk, one Sunday morning Lies a body oozin’ life Someone’s sneakin’ round that corner Could that someone be Mack the Knife?
Oh there’s a tugboat down, it’s down by the river, don’t you know? Where the cement bag drooppin’ on down That cement is just—it’s there for the weight, dear Five’ll get ya ten old Macky’s back in town
D’you hear ’bout Louie Miller? He disappeared, babe After drawin’ out all his hard-earned cash Now MacHeath spends, he spends like a sailor Could that boy have done somethin’ rash?
Ah, Jenny Diver, look out, Sukey Tawdry Ooh, Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown Oh, that line forms on the right, babe Now that Macky’s, Macky’s back in town
I said Jenny Diver, whoa, Sukey Tawdry Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown Oh, the line forms on the right, babe Now that Macky’s back in town