Mack the Knife Lyrics

	Written：Kurt Weill/Marc Blitzstein
	Oh, the poor shark,
	Yes, the sweet shark,
	It has big teeth
	Buried deep.
	Then there's Macheath
	With his big knife,
	But it's hidden
	In his slip.
	And this same shark,
	This poor sweet shark,
	It sheds red blood
	When it bleeds.
	Mackie Big Knife
	Wears a white glove,
	Pure in word and
	Pure in deed.
	Sunday morning
	Lovely blue sky,
	There's a corpse stretched
	On the Strand.
	Who's the man cruisin'
	The corner ?
	Well, it's Mackie,
	Knife in hand.
	Jenny Towler
	Poor wee Jenny,
	There they found her
	Knife in breast.
	Mackie's wandering
	On the West Pier
	Hoping only
	For the best.
	Mind, that fire burnt
	All through Soho.
	Seven kids dead
	One old flower.
	Hey there, Mackie,
	How is she cuttin' ?
	Have another,
	Hold your hour.
	And those sweet babes
	Under sixteen
	Story goes that
	Black and blue
	For the price of
	One good screwing
	Mackie, Mackie,
	How could you ?
	For the price of
	One good screwing
	Mackie, Mackie,
	How could you ?

	Written: Kurt Weill Marc Blitzstein
	Oh, the poor shark,
	Yes, the sweet shark,
	It has big teeth
	Buried deep.
	Then there' s Macheath
	With his big knife,
	But it' s hidden
	In his slip.
	And this same shark,
	This poor sweet shark,
	It sheds red blood
	When it bleeds.
	Mackie Big Knife
	Wears a white glove,
	Pure in word and
	Pure in deed.
	Sunday morning
	Lovely blue sky,
	There' s a corpse stretched
	On the Strand.
	Who' s the man cruisin'
	The corner ?
	Well, it' s Mackie,
	Knife in hand.
	Jenny Towler
	Poor wee Jenny,
	There they found her
	Knife in breast.
	Mackie' s wandering
	On the West Pier
	Hoping only
	For the best.
	Mind, that fire burnt
	All through Soho.
	Seven kids dead
	One old flower.
	Hey there, Mackie,
	How is she cuttin' ?
	Have another,
	Hold your hour.
	And those sweet babes
	Under sixteen
	Story goes that
	Black and blue
	For the price of
	One good screwing
	Mackie, Mackie,
	How could you ?
	For the price of
	One good screwing
	Mackie, Mackie,
	How could you ?

	Written: Kurt Weill Marc Blitzstein
	Oh, the poor shark,
	Yes, the sweet shark,
	It has big teeth
	Buried deep.
	Then there' s Macheath
	With his big knife,
	But it' s hidden
	In his slip.
	And this same shark,
	This poor sweet shark,
	It sheds red blood
	When it bleeds.
	Mackie Big Knife
	Wears a white glove,
	Pure in word and
	Pure in deed.
	Sunday morning
	Lovely blue sky,
	There' s a corpse stretched
	On the Strand.
	Who' s the man cruisin'
	The corner ?
	Well, it' s Mackie,
	Knife in hand.
	Jenny Towler
	Poor wee Jenny,
	There they found her
	Knife in breast.
	Mackie' s wandering
	On the West Pier
	Hoping only
	For the best.
	Mind, that fire burnt
	All through Soho.
	Seven kids dead
	One old flower.
	Hey there, Mackie,
	How is she cuttin' ?
	Have another,
	Hold your hour.
	And those sweet babes
	Under sixteen
	Story goes that
	Black and blue
	For the price of
	One good screwing
	Mackie, Mackie,
	How could you ?
	For the price of
	One good screwing
	Mackie, Mackie,
	How could you ?

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