Oh, the shark,
baby,
has such teeth, dear,
and it shows them
pearly white.
Just a jackknife has old MacHeath, baby,
and it keeps it out of sight.
You know,
when that shark bites with his teeth,
baby,
scarlet billows start to spread.
Fancy gloves, though,
wears old MacHeath, baby,
so there's never,
never a trace of red.
Now, on the sidewalk,
ooh,
Sunday morning,
lies a body just oozing life,
and someone
sneaking round the corner.
Could that someone be Mac the Knife?
There's a tugboat down by
the river, don't you know,
where a cement bag is just drooping on down.
Oh, that cement
is just,
it's there for the weight, dear.
Five will get you ten old MacHeaths back in
town.
Don't you hear about Louie Miller?
He disappeared, babe,
after drawing out
all his
hard-earned cash,
and now MacHeath spins just like a sailor.
Could it be our boy's done
something rash?
Ah, Jenny Diver, ho, ho, yes, Sugitawdry,
ooh, Miss Lollilenia,
and old
Lucy Brown.
Oh, the lion forms
on the right, babe,
now that MacHeath back in town.
Ah, said Jenny Diver,
whoa, Sugitawdry,
look out to Miss Lollilenia,
and old Lucy Brown.
Yes, that lion
forms on the right,
babe,
now that MacHeath
back in town.