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Mack The KnifeHey, the shark has pretty teeth, dearAnd it shows them pearly white Just a jackknife has Mac Heath, dear And he keeps it, way out of sight When that shark bites with his teeth, dear Scarlet billows they begin to spread Fancy white gloves, has Mac Heath, dear So there's never, never a trace of red On the sidewalk, one Sunday morning, Lies a body, oozing' life, Someone's sneaking', 'round that corner Could that someone perhaps per chance be Mack the Knife? From the tugboat, on a river going slow A cement bag's dropping down You know, that cement is for the weight, dear You can make a large bet that bums in town My man Louie Miller He split the scene babe, After drawing' out all the bread from his stash Now Mac Heath spends like a sailor Do you suppose this guy… |