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Oh the shark has pearly teeth, dear |
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And he shows them, pearly white |
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Just a jack knife has Macheath, dear |
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And he keeps it out of sight |
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Oh the shark bites with his teeth, dear |
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Scarlet billows start to spread |
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Fancy gloves though, wears Macheath dear |
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So there's not, not a trace of red |
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On a Sunday, Sunday morning lies a body, oozin' life |
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Someone's sneaking 'round the corner |
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Tell me could it be, could it be, could it be |
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Mack the Knife? |
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Oh what's the next chorus, to this song, now |
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This is the one, now I don't know |
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But it was a swinging tune and it's a hit tune |
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So we tried to do Mack the Knife |
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Ah, Louis Miller, oh, something about cash |
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Yeah, Miller, he was spending that trash |
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And Macheath dear, he spends like a sailor |
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Tell me, tell me, tell me could that boy do, something rash? |
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Oh Bobby Darin and Louis Armstrong |
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They made a record, oh but they did |
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And now Ella, Ella, and her fellas |
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We're making a wreck, what a wreck of Mack the Knife |
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Oh Snookie Taudry, bah bah bah nop do bo de do |
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Bah bah bah nop do bo de do |
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Just a jack knife has Macheath, dear |
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And do bo bo bah bah bah nop do bo de do |
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So, you've heard it, yes, we've swung it |
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And we tried to, yes, we sung it |
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You won't recognize it, it's a surprise hit |
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This tune, called Mack the Knife |
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And so we leave you, in Berlin town |
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Yes, we've swung old Mack, we've swung old Mack in town |
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For the Darin fans and for the Louis Armstrong fans, too |
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We told you look out, look out, look out old Macheath's back in town |
