| Oh the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear | 
| And he shows them pearly white | 
| Just a jackknife has old Macheath, babe | 
| And he keeps it outta sight | 
| You know when that shark bites with his teeth, babe | 
| Scarlet billows start to spread | 
| Fancy gloves, though, wears ol' Macheath, babe | 
| So there's never, never a trace of red | 
| Now, on the side walk, ooh Sunday morning, uh huh | 
| Lies a body just oozing life, eek | 
| And someone's sneaking 'round the corner | 
| Could that someone be Mack the Knife? | 
| There's a tugboat 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'll get ya ten, ol' Mackie's back in town | 
| Now did ya hear 'bout Louie 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's done something rash? | 
| Now, Jenny Diver, ho ho, Suky Tawdry | 
| Ooh, Miss Lotte Lenya and ol' Lucy Brown | 
| Oh, the line forms on the right, babe | 
| Now that Mackie's back in town | 
| I said, Jenny Diver, woah, Suky Tawdry | 
| Look out, Miss Lotte Lenya and ol' Lucy Brown | 
| Yes, that line forms on the right, babe | 
| Now that Mackie's back in town | 
| Look out ol' Mackie is back |