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Oh the shark has pretty teeth, dear
And he shows them pearly white
Just a jack knife has old MacHeath, dear
And he keeps it out of sight
You know when the shark bites
With his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves though wears MacHeath, dear
So there's never, never a trace of red
On the sidewalk, Sunday morning
Don't you know?
Lies a body oozing life
Someone's sneaking round the corner
Could that be our boy, Mack the Knife?
From a tug boat by the river
Thers's a cement bag's dropping on down
The cement's just for the weight, dear
Bet you Mack is back in town
Did you hear about Louie Miller?
He disappeared
After drawing out all his hard earned cash
And MacHeath spends like a sailor
Could it be our boy did something rash?
Jenny Diver, Sukey Tawdry
Look out Miss Peachum, and old Lucy Brown
Oh the line forms on the right, dear
Now that Mack is back in town
I said Jenny Diver, Sukey Tawdry
Look out Miss Peachum, and old Lucy Brown
Oh the line forms on the right, dear
Now that Mack is back in town
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