Mack The Knife

Clay Aiken - Mack the knife

Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear

And he shows them, pearly white

Just a jackknife has MacHeath, babe

And he keeps it out of sight

When the shark bites with those teeth, dear

Scarlet billows start to spread

Fancy gloves though wears MacHeath, babe

So there’s never, never a trace of red

On the sidewalk Sunday morning

Lies a body oozing life

Someone’s sneaking ’round the corner

Could that someone, be Mack the Knife?

From a tug boat down by the river

A cement bag is dropping down

The cement’s there for the weight, dear

Bet you, Mack, he’s back in town

Louie Miller he disappeared, babe

After drawing out his cash

And MacHeath spends like a sailor

Could he be a boy done something rash?

Jenny Diver, and Sukey Tawdry

Polly Peachum, Lucy Brown

Yes, the line forms on the right, dear

Now that Mack is back in town

Jenny Diver, or Sukey Tawdry

Polly Peachum, Lucy Brown

Oh, the line forms on the right, dear

Because that Mack is back in town