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Oh the shark has pretty teeth dear |
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And he shows them pearly white |
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Just a jack-knife has Mac-heath, dear |
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And he keeps it out of sight |
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When the shark bites with his teeth, dear |
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Scarlet billows start to spread |
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Fancy gloves though wears Mac-heath, dear |
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So there's not a trace, not a trace of red |
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On the sidewalk on a Sunday morning |
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Lies a body oozing life |
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Someone's sneaking 'round that corner |
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Tell me could it be, could it be Mack the Knife |
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On a tugboat down by the river, don't you know |
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A cement bag's dropping down |
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The cement's just for the weight, dear |
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Bet you that cat called Mack-heath, oh Mack-heath, he's back in town |
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[Improvisation] |
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Oh Mack-heath's back in town |
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He's back, he's back, he's back, he's back |
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He's back, he's back, he's back, he's back, he's back, he's back in town |
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Mack-heath's back in town |
