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Dig man, there goes Mack the Knife |
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Oh, the shark has pretty teeth dear |
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And he shows them a pearly white |
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Just a jackknife has Mac Heath, dear |
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And he keeps it out of sight |
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When the shark bites with his teeth dear |
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Scarlet billows start to spread |
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Fancy gloves, though, wears Mac Heath, dear |
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So there's not a trace, hmm of red |
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On the sidewalk, Sunday morning |
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Lies a body oozin' life |
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Someone's sneakin' around the corner |
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Is this someone, Mack the Knife? |
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From a tugboat by the river |
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A cement bag's droopin' down |
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Yeah, the cement's just for the weight dear |
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Bet you Mack, he's back in town |
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Look at here, Louie Miller disappeared dear |
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After drawing out his cash |
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And Mac Heath spends like a sailor |
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Did our boy do somethin' rash? |
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Sukey Tawdry, Jenny Diver, Lotte Lenya, Sweet Lucy Brown |
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Oh, the line forms on the right dears |
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Now that Mack is back in town |
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Take it, snatch |