Oh, the shark has pearly teeth, dear
And he shows them, pearly white
Just a jack knife has Macheath, dear
And he keeps it out of sight

Oh, the shark bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves though wears Macheath, dear
So there's not, not a trace of red

On a Sunday, Sunday morning
Lies a body, oozin' life
Someone's sneaking 'round the corner
Tell me, could it be, could it be, could it be
Mack the Knife?

Oh, what's the next chorus
To this song, now?
This is the one, now
I don't know
But it was a swinging tune
And it's a hit tune
So we tried to do Mack The Knife

Ah, Louis Miller
Oh, something about cash
Yeah, Miller, he was spending that trash
And Macheath, dear, he spends like a sailor
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Could that boy do something rash

Oh, Bobby Darin and Louis Armstrong
They made a record, oh, but they did
And now Ella, Ella and her fellas
We're making a wreck, what a wreck
Of Mack The Knife

Oh, Snookie Taudry, bah bah bah nop do bo de do
Bah bah bah nop do bo de do
Just a jack knife has Macheath, dear
And do bo bo bah bah bah nop do bo de do

So, you've heard it
Yes, we've swung it
And we tried to
Yes, we sung it

You won't recognize it
It's a surprise hit
This tune called Mack The Knife

And so we leave you, in Berlin town
Yes, we've swung old Mack
We've swung old Mack in town
For the Darin fans
And for the Louis Armstrong fans too
We told you look out, look out, look out
Old Macheath's back in town

Writer : BLITZSTEIN, MARC / BRECHT, BERTOLT / WEILL, KURT
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.