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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 |
