Hey, the shark has pretty teeth, dear And 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 (Yeah he’s 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 he did something rash?
Old’ Satchsmoke, Louie Armstrong, Bobby Daron They did this song nice, Lady Ella too They all sang it, with so much feeling That old blue eyes here ain’t gonna add anything new (oh yes you do) But with this big, fat, band jumping behind me Swinging hard Jack (That’s Jimmy) I know I cant loose, When I tell you All about Mack the Knife, babe It’s an offer you can never refuse
We’ve got Patrick William, Bill Miller playin’ that piano And this wonderful, great, big, band bringin’ up the rear all these bad cats, in this bad town they make the greatest sound you ever gonna here
Oh Sukey Tawdry, (Oh Sukey Tawdry) Jenny Diver, (Jenny Diver) Polly Peaches (I know her well) Ms Lulu Brown Yeah, the line forms on the right, dear Now that Mack he (Oh Mack he) Yeah that bum is back (Oh that bum he’s back) And I’m gonna tell you what I think that you should know (What should I do) You better lock your door And call the law Because Mack he he’s come back to town
Get under the bed hide (Look out old Mack is back) Hey, the shark has pretty teeth, dear And 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 (Yeah he’s 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 he did something rash?
Old’ Satchsmoke, Louie Armstrong, Bobby Daron They did this song nice, Lady Ella too They all sang it, with so much feeling That old blue eyes here ain’t gonna add anything new (oh yes you do) But with this big, fat, band jumping behind me Swinging hard Jack (That’s Jimmy) I know I cant loose, When I tell you All about Mack the Knife, babe It’s an offer you can never refuse
We’ve got Patrick William, Bill Miller playin’ that piano And this wonderful, great, big, band bringin’ up the rear all these bad cats, in this bad town they make the greatest sound you ever gonna here
Oh Sukey Tawdry, (Oh Sukey Tawdry) Jenny Diver, (Jenny Diver) Polly Peaches (I know her well) Ms Lulu Brown Yeah, the line forms on the right, dear Now that Mack he (Oh Mack he) Yeah that bum is back (Oh that bum he’s back) And I’m gonna tell you what I think that you should know (What should I do) You better lock your door And call the law Because Mack he he’s come back to town
Get under the bed hide (Look out old Mack is back)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
