Mack The Knife - The Platters

Oh the shark has, pretty teeth, baby

And it shows them pearly white

Just a jackknife, has MacHeath, dear

And he keeps it, out of sight

When the shark bites with his teeth, baby

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 oozin' life

Someones sneakin' 'round the corner

Is that someone, Mack the Knife?

From a tugboat, by the river

A cement bags drooppin' down

The cement’s just, for the weight, dear

Bet you Mackys back in town

The cement’s just, for the weight, dear

Bet you Mackys back in tow-ow-own