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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 |
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Macheath, dear |
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And he keeps it, 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 though has |
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Macheath, dear |
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So there's rarely, never one trace of red |
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On the sidewalk, one |
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Sunday mornin' |
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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, perchance, be |
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Mack The Knife? |
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From a tugboat on the river goin' slow |
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A cement bag, it is dropping down |
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Yeah, the cement is just for the weight, dear |
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You can make a large bet |
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Macheath is back in town |
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My man Louie |
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Miller, he split the scene, babe |
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After drawin' out all the bread from his stash |
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Now Macheath spends just like a pimp, babe |
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Do you suppose that our boy, he did something rash? |
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Ah, old Satchmo, |
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Louis Armstrong, |
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Bobby Darin |
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They did this song nice, |
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Lady Ella too |
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They all sang it with so much feeling |
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That Old Blue |
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Eyes, he ain't gonna add nothing new |
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But with Quincy's big band right behind me |
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Swinging hard, |
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Jack, I know |
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I can't lose |
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When I tell you all about |
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Mack The Knife, babe |
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It's an offer you can never refuse |
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We got George |
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Benson, we got |
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Newman and |
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FosterWe got the |
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Brecker Brothers and |
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Hampton's bringing up the rear |
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All these bad cats and more are in the band now |
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They make the greatest sounds you ever gonna hear |
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Hey Sookie |
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Taudry, Jenny |
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Diver, Polly |
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Peachum, Old |
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Miss Lulu |
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BrownOh, the line forms on the right dear |
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Now that Macheath, |
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I mean that man |
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MacheathYeah, he's bad, mercy, mercy |
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Yeah, he's badder than old |
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Leroy Brown |
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You better lock your door and call the law |
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Because Macheath's, that bum |
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He's back in town |
