"Mack The Knife" lyrics
(originally by Kurt Weill and Bertolt Brecht)
Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear
And he shows them pearly white
Just a jackknife has old Macheath, babe
And he keeps it outta sight
When the shark bites with those teeth, dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves, though, wears old Macheath, babe
So there's never, never a trace of red
On the sidewalk some Sunday morning
Lies a body just oozin' life
Someone's sneakin' 'round the corner
Could that someone be Mack the Knife?
From a tugboat down by the river goin' slow
A cement bag is droppin' on down
That cement's there for the weight, dear
Five'll get you ten old Mackie's back in town
Oh, Louie Miller, he disappeared, baby
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?
Jenny Diver and Suky Tawdry
Look out Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Yes, the line forms on the right, babe
Now that Mackie's back in town
I said, "Jenny Diver, oh, Suky Tawdry
Look out Lotte Lenya, old Lucy Brown
You better lock your doors and call the law, babe
Because Mackie's back in town."
And he shows them pearly white
Just a jackknife has old Macheath, babe
And he keeps it outta sight
When the shark bites with those teeth, dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves, though, wears old Macheath, babe
So there's never, never a trace of red
On the sidewalk some Sunday morning
Lies a body just oozin' life
Someone's sneakin' 'round the corner
Could that someone be Mack the Knife?
From a tugboat down by the river goin' slow
A cement bag is droppin' on down
That cement's there for the weight, dear
Five'll get you ten old Mackie's back in town
Oh, Louie Miller, he disappeared, baby
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?
Jenny Diver and Suky Tawdry
Look out Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Yes, the line forms on the right, babe
Now that Mackie's back in town
I said, "Jenny Diver, oh, Suky Tawdry
Look out Lotte Lenya, old Lucy Brown
You better lock your doors and call the law, babe
Because Mackie's back in town."
Writer(s): Kurt Weill, Marc Blitzstein, Bertolt Brecht
