Oh the shark babe, has such teeth, dear
And he shows them, pearly white
Just a jack knife, wears 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
And someone's sneaking round the corner
Could that be our boy Mack the knife?
From a tug boat down by the river don't ya know?
There