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 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 Darin Did this song nice, Lady Ella too They all sang it, with such feeling That Old Blue Eyes, he ain't gonna add nothing new But with this big band, jumping behind me Swinging hard Jazz I know I can't lose When I tell you, 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 Tawdry, Jenny Diver, Polly Peachum, Old Miss Lucy 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 © 2015