Mack The Knife

Oh the shark yeah, pretty teeth dear

And he shows them pearly white

Just a jack knife has MacHeath, dear

And he keeps it out of sight

When that shark bites with his teeth, dear

Scarlet billows start to spread

Fancy gloves though wears MacHeath, dear

So there's not a trace of red

On the sidewalk, Sunday morning

Lies a body once alive

Someone's sneaking around the corner

Is that someone Mack the knife?

Some are children of the darkness

Some are children of the sun

You can see the sons of daylight

Sons of dark are seen by none

And the shark has pretty teeth dear

And he shows them pearly white

Just a jack knife has MacHeath, dear

And he keeps it out of sight