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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, 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 Macheath, dear |
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So there's rarely, never one trace of red |
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On the sidewalk, one 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 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 Macheath is back in town |
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My man Louie 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, 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 Quincy's big band, right 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 George Benson, we got Newman & Foster |
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We got the Brecker Brothers, and 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 Taudry, Jenny Diver, Polly Peachum, Old Miss Lulu Brown |
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Oh the line forms, on the right dear |
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Now that Macheath, I mean that man Macheath |
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Yeah he's bad, mercy mercy |
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Yeah he's badder than old 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 |
