Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear
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And it shows them pearly white
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Just a jackknife has MacHeath, babe
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And it keeps it way out of sight
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When that shark bites with his teeth, dear
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Scarlet billows begin to spread
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Fancy gloves, wears old MacHeath, babe
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So there's never, never a trace of red
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On the sidewalk, one Sunday mornin
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Lies a body oozin' life
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Someone's sneakin' round that corner
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Could that someone be Mack the Knife?
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Oh there's a tugboat down, down by the river dontcha know
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Where a cement bag's just a'drooppin' on down
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That cement's there, it's there for the weight, dear
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Five'll get ya ten old Macky's back in town
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Now d'ja hear 'bout Louie Miller? He disappeared, babe
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After drawin' out all his hard-earned cash
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Now MacHeath spends, he spends like a sailor
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Could that boy have done somethin' rash?
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Ahhhh Jenny Diver, ho, Sukey Tawdry
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Ooh, Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
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Oh, the line forms on the right, babe
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Now that Macky's back in town
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I said Jenny Diver, whoa, Sukey Tawdry
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Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
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Oh, the line forms on the right, babe
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Now that Macky's back in town
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Look out, old Macky is back!
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Mack The Knife
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Michael Buble |