| Song | Mack the Knife |
| Artist | Frank Sinatra |
| Artist | Hank Jones |
| Album | L.A. Is My Lady |
| Written：Kurt Weill/Marc Blitzstein | |
| Arranger：Frank Foster/Patrick Williams Artist：Frank Sinatra/Quincy Jones/Orchestra | |
| 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 Darrin | |
| Did this song nice, Lady Ella too | |
| They all sang it, with so much feeling | |
| That Old Blue Eyes, he ain't gonna add nothing new | |
| But with this big band, jumping behind me | |
| Swinging hard, Jack, I now I can't lose | |
| When I tell you, all 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 Taudry, Jenny Diver, Polly Peachum, Old Miss Lulu 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 |
| Written: Kurt Weill Marc Blitzstein | |
| Arranger: Frank Foster Patrick Williams Artist: Frank Sinatra Quincy Jones Orchestra | |
| 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 Darrin | |
| Did this song nice, Lady Ella too | |
| They all sang it, with so much feeling | |
| That Old Blue Eyes, he ain' t gonna add nothing new | |
| But with this big band, jumping behind me | |
| Swinging hard, Jack, I now I can' t lose | |
| When I tell you, all 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 Taudry, Jenny Diver, Polly Peachum, Old Miss Lulu 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 |