Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear
And he shows 'em, pearly white
Just a jack knife has 
Macheath, dear
And he keeps it, keeps it way out of sight
When that shark bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows, they begin to spread
Fancy white gloves though has 
Macheath, dear
So there's rarely, never one trace of red
On the sidewalk, one 
Sunday mornin'
Lies a body oozin' life
Someone's sneaking 'round the corner
Could that someone, perhaps, perchance, be 
Mack The Knife?
From a tugboat on the river goin' slow
A cement bag, it is dropping down
Yeah, the cement is just for the weight, dear
You can make a large bet 
Macheath is back in town
My man Louie 
Miller, he split the scene, babe
After drawin' out all the bread from his stash
Now Macheath spends just like a pimp, babe
Do you suppose that our boy, he did something rash?
Ah, old Satchmo, 
Louis Armstrong, 
Bobby Darin
They 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 Quincy's big band right behind me
Swinging hard, 
Jack, I know 
I can't lose
When I tell you all about 
Mack The Knife, babe
It's an offer you can never refuse
We got George 
Benson, we got 
Newman and 
FosterWe got the 
Brecker Brothers and 
Hampton's bringing up the rear
All these bad cats and more are in the band now
They make the greatest sounds you ever gonna hear
Hey Sookie 
Taudry, Jenny 
Diver, Polly 
Peachum, Old 
Miss Lulu 
BrownOh, the line forms on the right dear
Now that Macheath, 
I mean that man 
MacheathYeah, he's bad, mercy, mercy
Yeah, he's badder than old 
Leroy Brown
You better lock your door and call the law
Because Macheath's, that bum
He's back in town