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 white gloves 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 perhaps perchance be Mack The Knife? From a tugboat, on the river going slow A cement bag is dropping down You know that cement is for the weight dear You can make a large bet That bum's 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 this guy he did something rash Old Satchmo, Louis Armstrong, Bobby Darin They did this song nice, Lady Ella too They all sang it, with so much feeling That Old Blue Eyes, he ain't gonna add anything new But with this big fat band, jumping behind me Swinging hard Jack. I know 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 wonderful big big band, bringing up the rear All the fat cats, in this band now They make the greatest sounds, you're ever gonna hear Oh Sookie Tawdry, Jenny Diver, Polly Peachum, Miss Lu-lu 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

Oh the shark babe, has such teeth, dear And he shows them pearly white Just a jack knife has old MacHeath, babe And he keeps it out of sight You know when the shark bites With his teeth, babe Scarlet billows start to spread Fancy gloves though wears old MacHeath, babe So there's never, never a trace of red Now on the sidewalk, uh huh, huh Oh, Sunday morning, uh huh Lies a body just oozing life Someone's sneaking round the corner Could that someone be Mack the knife? There's a tug boat, uh huh, huh huh Down by the river, don't you know Where a cement bag's just a-drooping on down Oh that cement is just, it's there for the weight, dear Five will get you ten ol' Macky's back in town Now d'ya hear about Louis Miller He disappeared babe After drawing out all his hard earned cash And now MacHeath spends just like a sailor Could it be our boy did something rash? Now Jenny Diver, huh huh, yeah Sookie Taudry Ooh Miss Lotte Lenya, and old Lucy Brown Oh the line forms on the right, babe Now that Macky's back in town I said Jenny Diver, woah, Woah Sookie Taudry Look out Miss Lotte Lenya, and old Lucy Brown Oh the line forms on the right, babe Now that Macky's, back in town Look out old Macky's back!

Oh the shark has... pearly teeth, dear And he shows them, pearly white Just a jack knife has Macheath, dear And he keeps it out of sight Oh the shark bites with his teeth, dear Scarlet billows start to spread Fancy gloves though, wears Macheath dear So there's not, not a trace of red On a Sunday, Sunday morning lies a body, oozin' life Someone's sneaking 'round the corner Tell me could it been, could it been, could it been Mack the Knife? Oh what's the next chorus, to this song, now This is the one, now I don't know But it was a swinging tune and it's a hit tune So we tried to do Mack the Knife Ah, Louis Miller, oh, something about cash Yeah, Miller, he was spending that trash And Macheath dear, he spends like a sailor Tell me, tell me, tell me could that boy do, something rash? Oh Bobby Darin and Louis Armstrong They made a record, oh but they did And now Ella, Ella, and her fellas We're making a wreck, what a wreck of Mack the Knife Oh Snookie Taudry, bah bah bah nop do bo de do Bah bah bah nop do bo de do Just a jack knife has Macheath, dear And do bo bo bah bah bah nop do bo de do So, you've heard it, yes, we've swung it And we tried to, yes, we sung it You won't recognize it, it's a surprise hit This tune, called Mack the Knife And so we leave you, in Berlin town Yes, we've swung old Mack, we've swung old Mack in town For the Darin fans and for the Louis Armstrong fans, too We told you look out, look out, look out old Macheath's back in town

I have had my fun if I never get well no more. I have had my fun if I never get well no more. All of my health is failing; Lord, I'm going down slow, I'm going down slow. Please write my mother and tell her the shape I'm in. Please write my mother and tell her the shape I'm in. Tell her to pray for me, Forgive me for my sin, For all of my sin. On the next train south, look for my clothes back home. On the next train south, look for my clothes back home. 'Cause all of my health is failing; Lord, I'm going down slow, I'm going down slow. All of my health is failing; Lord, I'm going down slow, I'm going down slow. Feel like I'm going, like I'm going down slow. I feel like I'm going, like I'm going down slow. I feel like I'm going, like I'm going down slow. I feel like I'm going, like I'm going down slow. I feel like I'm going, like I'm going down slow.