Sting - Mack The Knife Lyrics
Oh, the shark has pretty teeth dearAnd he shows 'em, pearly whiteJust a jack knife has Macheath dearAnd he keeps it way out of sightWhen that shark bites with his teeth, dearScarlet billows begin to spreadFancy gloves though has Macheath dearSo there's never, never a trace of redOn the sidewalk, one Sunday morningLies a body, oozin' lifeSomeone's sneaking 'round the cornerCould that someone be Mack the KnifeFrom a tugboat, on the river going slowA cement bag is dropping on downYou know that cement is for the weight dearYou can make a large bet Mackie's back in townMy man Louis Miller, he split the scene babeAfter drawing out all the bread from his stashNow Macheath spends like a sailorDo you suppose our boy, he's done something rashOld Satchmo, Louis Armstrong, Bobby DarrinDid this song nice, Lady Ella tooThey all sang it, with so much feelingThat Old Blue Eyes, he ain't gonna add nothing newBut with his big band, jumping behind meSwinging hard, Jack, I now I can't loseWhen I tell you, all about Mack the Knife babeIt's an offer, you can never refuseWe got Patrick Williams, Bill Miller playing that pianoAnd this great big band, bringing up the rearAll the band cats, in this band nowThey make the greatest sounds, you're never gonna hearOh Sookie Taudry, Jenny Diver, Polly Peachum, Old Miss Lulu BrownHey the line forms, on the right dearNow that Macheath's back in townYou'd better lock your doors, and call the lawBecause Macheath's back in town
