See the shark has teeth like razors, All can read his open face; And Macheath has got a knife, but Not in such an obvious place!
See the shark, how red his fins are As he slashes at his prey; Mack the Knife wears white kid gloves which Give the minimum away!
By the Thames' turbid waters, Men abruptly tumble down; Is it plague or is it cholera, Or a sign Macheath's in town?
On a beautiful blue Sunday, See a corpse stretched on the Strand; See a man dodge 'round the corner; Mackie's friends will understand!
And Schul Meyer, who is missing Like so many wealthy men; Mack the Knife acquired his cashbox, God alone knows how or when!
Jenny Towler turned up lately With a knife stuck through her breast, While Macheath walks the Embankment Nonchalantly unimpressed!
Where is Alfred Gleet the cab man? Who can get that story clear? All the world may know the answer; Just Macheath has no idea!
And the ghastly fire in Soho, Seven children at a go! In the crowd stands Mack the Knife but He's not asked and doesn't know!
And the child-bride in her nightie Whose assailant's still at large! Violated in her slumbers - Mackie, how much did you charge?
Violated in her slumber; Mackie, how much did you charge?
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