Mack the Knife

Uh-huh, Uh-huh

Lay way back you cats, Dig in

Live a while, yes, Mr Mack is movin' in

Though the shark has, pretty teeth, dear

And he shows 'em pearly whites

Just a jackknife has MacHeath, dear

And he keeps it, well out of sight

When the shark bites, with his teeth, dear

Scarlet billows start to spread

Fancy gloves, though, wears MacHeath, dear

So there's not a trace of red

On the sidewalk, Sunday mornin'

Lies a body oo-oozin' life

Someones sneakin' 'round the cor-or-orner

Is that someone Mack the Knife?

From a tugboat, by the river

A cement bags drooppin' down

The cement, that's just for the weight, dear

I'll bet you Mackys back in tow-own

Mr Miller, disappeared, dear

After drawin' out all of his cash

Went tap city, and MacHeath spends like a sailor

Did our boy do, somethin' rash?

Sukey Tawdry, Jenny Diver

Polly Peacham, Miss Lucy Brown

Oh, the line forms on the right, dear

Now that Mackys back in town