Mack the Knife
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, oozing life
Someone’s sneaking round the corner
Tell me could it be, could it be, could it be
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
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 macheaths back in town
