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