Oh, the shark, babe, pearly teeth, dear
And it shows them pearly white
Just a jackknife has MacHeath, dear
And he keeps it, oo out of sight
When that shark bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows staaaart to spread
Fancy gloves, wears MacHeath, dear
So there's never a trace, never a trace of red
On the sidewalk, on a sunday morning
Lies a body just oozin' life,
Someone's sneakin' round the corner
Tell me, Could it be, could it be Mack the Knife?
On a tugboat, huh, huh, down by the river don't you know a cement bag's just drooppin' down
Oh, that cement is just for the weight, dear bet old Macky's old Mack's back in town
Oh Louie Miller? He disappeared, babe
After drawing out all his hard-earned cash
And MacHeath he spends like a sailor
Tell me, tell me, Could it be Mack the knife?
Alicia Artusi - Mack the Knife Lyrics
Alicia Artusi - Mack the Knife Lyrics
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Oh, the shark, babe, pearly teeth, dear
And it shows them pearly white
Just a jackknife has MacHeath, dear
And he keeps it, oo out of sight
When that shark bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows staaaart to spread
Fancy gloves, wears MacHeath, dear
So there's never a trace, never a trace of red
On the sidewalk, on a sunday morning
Lies a body just oozin' life,
Someone's sneakin' round the corner
Tell me, Could it be, could it be Mack the Knife?
On a tugboat, huh, huh, down by the river don't you know a cement bag's just drooppin' down
Oh, that cement is just for the weight, dear bet old Macky's old Mack's back in town
Oh Louie Miller? He disappeared, babe
After drawing out all his hard-earned cash
And MacHeath he spends like a sailor
Tell me, tell me, Could it be Mack the knife?
And it shows them pearly white
Just a jackknife has MacHeath, dear
And he keeps it, oo out of sight
When that shark bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows staaaart to spread
Fancy gloves, wears MacHeath, dear
So there's never a trace, never a trace of red
On the sidewalk, on a sunday morning
Lies a body just oozin' life,
Someone's sneakin' round the corner
Tell me, Could it be, could it be Mack the Knife?
On a tugboat, huh, huh, down by the river don't you know a cement bag's just drooppin' down
Oh, that cement is just for the weight, dear bet old Macky's old Mack's back in town
Oh Louie Miller? He disappeared, babe
After drawing out all his hard-earned cash
And MacHeath he spends like a sailor
Tell me, tell me, Could it be Mack the knife?
Writer: Kurt Weill, Bertolt Brecht, Marc Blitzstein
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, ACUM Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, ACUM Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: Alicia Artusi
Language: English
Length: 2:09
Written by: Kurt Weill, Bertolt Brecht, Marc Blitzstein