Mack The Knife

Mack The Knife 

Oh the shark has pearly teeth, dear

And he shows them, pearly white

Just a jack knife has Macheath, dear

And he keeps it out of sight

Oh the shark bites with his teeth, dear

Scarlet billows start to spread

Fancy gloves though, wears Macheath dear

So there's not, not a trace of red

On a Sunday, Sunday morning lies a body, oozin' life

Someone's sneaking 'round the corner

Tell me could it be, could it be, could it be

Mack the Knife?

Oh what's the next chorus, to this song, now

This is the one, now I don't know

But it was a swinging tune and it's a hit tune

So we tried to do Mack the Knife

Ah, Louis Miller, oh, something about cash

Yeah, Miller, he was spending that trash

And Macheath dear, he spends like a sailor

Tell me, tell me, tell me could that boy do, something rash?

Oh Bobby Darin and Louis Armstrong

They made a record, oh but they did

And now Ella, Ella, and her fellas

We're making a wreck, what a wreck of Mack the Knife

Oh Snookie Taudry, bah bah bah nop do bo de do

Bah bah bah nop do bo de do

Just a jack knife has Macheath, dear

And do bo bo bah bah bah nop do bo de do

So, you've heard it, yes, we've swung it

And we tried to, yes, we sung it

You won't recognize it, it's a surprise hit

This tune, called Mack the Knife

And so we leave you, in Berlin town

Yes, we've swung old Mack, we've swung old Mack in town

For the Darin fans and for the Louis Armstrong fans, too

We told you look out, look out, look out old Macheath's back in town

Ella Fitzgerald