Frank SinatraMack The Knife

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 white gloves 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 perhaps perchance be Mack The Knife? From a tugboat, on the river going slow A cement bag is dropping down You know that cement is for the weight dear You can make a large bet That bum's 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 this guy he did something rash Old Satchmo, Louis Armstrong, Bobby Darin They did this song nice, Lady Ella too They all sang it, with so much feeling That Old Blue Eyes, he ain't gonna add anything new But with this big fat band, jumping behind me Swinging hard Jack. I know 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 wonderful big big band, bringing up the rear All the fat cats, in this band now They make the greatest sounds, you're ever gonna hear Oh Sookie Tawdry, Jenny Diver, Polly Peachum, Miss Lu-lu 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 © 2017