MACK THE KNIFE

Oh the shark babe, has such teeth, dear And he shows them pearly white Just a jack knife has old MacHeath, babe And he keeps it out of sight You know when the shark bites with his teeth, babe Scarlet billows start to spread Fancy gloves though wears old MacHeath, babe So there's never, never a trace of red Now on the sidewalk, uh huh, huh Oh, Sunday morning, uh huh Lies a body just oozing life Someone's sneaking round the corner Could that someone be Mack the knife?