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Mack The Knife

Oh the shark babe, has such teeth,
dear 
And he shows them, pearly white
Just a jack knife, has old MacHeath,
babe
And he keeps it, out of sight 
You know when that shark bites,
with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows, start to spread
and Fancy gloves though wears old
MacHeath, babe
So there's never, never a trace of
red
On the sidewalk, oh Sunday
morning don't ya know
Lies a body, just oozing life
There's someone sneaking round
the corner
could that be our boy Mack the
knife? 
From a tug boat down by the river
don't you know
There's A cement bag just a
dropping down 
That cement's there, its there for the
weight, dear
Five will get you ten old Mack hes
back in town
Louie Miller he disappeared
After drawing out his hard earned
cash
And MacHeath spends, he spends
just like a, like a sailor
Could it be? Could it be? Could it be
our boy did something?
Jenny Diver, oh Sukey Tawdry,
look out Mrs Polly, and old Lucy
Brown
Oh the line forms on the right, babe
Now that Mack is back in town
I said Jenny Diver, oh Sukey
Tawdry,
look out miss Polly, and old Lucy
Brown
Oh the line forms on the right, babe
Now that Mack is back in town.