| Lyrics: | Writers: Weill/Brecht/Blitzstein
Oh, the shark has pretty teeth dear
And he shows
'em, pearly white
Just a jack knife has Macheath dear
And he keeps it way out of
sight
When that shark bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows begin to
spread
Fancy gloves though has Macheath dear
So there's never, never a trace of
red
On the sidewalk, one Sunday morning
Lies a body, oozin' life
Someone's
sneaking 'round the corner
Could that someone be Mack the Knife
>From a tugboat, on
the river going slow
A cement bag is dropping on down
You know that cement is for the
weight dear
You can make a large bet Mackie's back in town
My man Louis Miller, he
split the scene babe
After drawing out all the bread from his stash
Now Macheath spends
like a sailor
Do you suppose our boy, he's done something rash
Old Satchmo, Louis
Armstrong, Bobby Darrin
Did this song nice, Lady Ella too
They all sang it, with so much
feeling
That Old Blue Eyes, he ain't gonna add nothing new
But with this big band,
jumping behind me
Swinging hard, Jack, I now I can't lose
When I tell you, all about Mack
the Knife babe
It's an offer, you can never refuse
We got Patrick Williams, Bill
Miller playing that piano
And this great big band, bringing up the rear
All the band cats,
in this band now
They make the greatest sounds, you're ever gonna hear
Oh Sookie
Taudry, Jenny Diver, Polly Peachum, Old Miss Lulu Brown
Hey the line forms, on the right
dear
Now that Macheath's back in town
You'd better lock your doors, and call the
law
Because Macheath's back in town |
