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