Mack The Knife Songtext / Lyric

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