Oh the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear
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And he shows them pearly white
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Just a jackknife has old Macheath, babe
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And he keeps it outta sight
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You know when that shark bites with his teeth, babe
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Scarlet billows start to spread
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Fancy gloves, though, wears ol' Macheath, babe
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So there's never, never a trace of red
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Now, on the side walk, ooh Sunday morning, uh huh
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Lies a body just oozing life, eek
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And someone's sneaking 'round the corner
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Could that someone be Mack the Knife?
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There's a tugboat down by the river, don't you know
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Where a cement bag's just a-drooping on down
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Oh, that cement is just, it's there for the weight, dear
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Five'll get ya ten, ol' Mackie's back in town
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Now did ya hear 'bout Louie Miller? |
He disappeared, babe
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After drawing out all his hard earned cash
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And now Macheath spends just like a sailor
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Could it be our boy's done something rash?
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Now, Jenny Diver, ho ho, Suky Tawdry
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Ooh, Miss Lotte Lenya and ol' Lucy Brown
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Oh, the line forms on the right, babe
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Now that Mackie's back in town
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I said, Jenny Diver, woah, Suky Tawdry
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Look out, Miss Lotte Lenya and ol' Lucy Brown
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Yes, that line forms on the right, babe
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Now that Mackie's back in town
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Look out ol' Mackie is back |