Oh the shark has such teeth, dear
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And he shows them pearly white
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Just a jack knife has old MacHeath, dear
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And he keeps it out of sight
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You know when the shark bites
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with his teeth, dear
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Scarlet billows start to spread
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Fancy gloves though wears MacHeath, dear
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So there's never, never a trace of red
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On the sidewalk, Sunday morning,
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Don't you know
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Lies a body oozing life
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Someone's sneaking round the corner
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Could that be our boy, Mack the knife?
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From a tug boat by the river
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There's a cement bag just dropping on down
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The cement's just for the weight, dear
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Bet you Mack is back in town
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Did you hear about Louie Miller he disappeared
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After drawing out all his hard earned cash
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And MacHeath spends like a sailor
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Could it be our boy did something rash?
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Jenny Diver, Sukey Tawdry
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Polly Peachum, and old Lucy Brown
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Oh the line forms on the right, babe
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Now that Mack is back in town
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Sukey Tawdry, Jenny Diver
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Polly Peachum, Lucy Brown
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Oh the line forms on the right, dear
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Now that Mack is back in town
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Mack The Knife
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| Gareth Gates |
