MACK, THE KNIFE
Writer(s): Weill/Brecht/Blitzstein
As sung by Frank Sinatra

Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear
And he shows 'em pearly white.
Just a jack-knife has Macheath, dear,
And he keeps it way out of sight.

When that shark bites with his teeth, dear,
Scarlet billows begin to spread.
Fancy gloves though has Macheath, dear,
So there's never, never a trace of red.

On the sidewalk, one Sunday morning,
Lies a body, oozin' life.
Someone's sneaking 'round the corner.
Could that someone be Mack the Knife?

From a tugboat, on the river going slow,
A cement bag is dropping on down.
You know that cement is for the weight, dear.
You can make a large bet Mackie's back in town.

My man Louis Miller, he split the scene, babe,
After drawing out all the bread from his stash.
Now Macheath spends like a sailor.
Do you suppose our boy, he's done something rash?

Old Satchmo, Louis Armstrong, Bobby Darrin,
Did this song nice, Lady Ella too.
They all sang it, with so much feeling
That Old Blue Eyes, he ain't gonna add nothing new.

But with this big band, jumping behind me,
Swinging hard, Jack, I now I can't lose
When I tell you all about Mack the Knife, babe,
It's an offer you can never refuse.

We got Patrick Williams, Bill Miller playing that piano,
And this great big band bringing up the rear.
All the band cats, in this band now
They make the greatest sounds you're ever gonna hear.

Oh Sookie Taudry, Jenny Diver,
Polly Peachum, Old Miss Lulu Brown.
Hey, the line forms on the right, dear,
Now that Macheath's back in town.

You'd better lock your doors, and call the law
Because Macheath's back in town.