Mack The Knife

Oh, the poor shark Yes, the sweet shark It has big teeth Buried deep Then there's Macheath With his big knife But it's hidden In his slip And this same shark This poor sweet shark It sheds red blood When it bleeds Mackie Big Knife Wears a white glove Pure in word and Pure in deed Sunday morning Lovely blue sky There's a corpse stretched On the Strand Who's the man cruisin' The corner? Well, it's Mackie Knife in hand Jenny Towler Poor wee Jenny There they found her Knife in breast Mackie's wandering On the West Pier Hoping only For the best Mind, that fire burnt All through Soho Seven kids dead One old flower Hey there, Mackie How is she cuttin'? Have another Hold your hour And those sweet babes Under sixteen Story goes that Black and blue For the price of One good screwing Mackie, Mackie How could you? For the price of One good screwing Mackie, Mackie How could you?