Frank Sinatra — Mack The Knife

FRANK: Hey, the shark has pretty teeth, dear And it shows them pearly white Just a jackknife has Mac Heath, dear And he keeps it, way out of sight When that shark bites with his teeth, dear Scarlet billows they begin to spread Fancy white gloves, has Mac Heath, dear So there's never, never a trace of red On the sidewalk, one Sunday morning Lies a body, oozing' life Someone's sneaking', 'round that corner Could that someone perhaps per chance be Mack the Knife? From the tugboat, on a river going slow A cement bag's dropping down You know, that cement is for the weight, dear You can make a large bet that bums in town JIMMY: (Yeah he's in town) FRANK: My man Louie Miller He split the scene babe After drawing' out all the bread from his stash Now Mac Heath spends like a sailor Do you suppose this guy he did something rash? Old Satchmo, Louie Armstrong, Bobby Daron They did this song nice, Lady Ella too They all sang it, with so much feeling That old blue eyes here ain't gonna add anything new JIMMY: (oh yes you do) FRANK: But with this big, fat, band jumping behind me Swinging hard Jack JIMMY: (That's Jimmy) FRANK: I know I can't loose, When I tell you All about Mack the Knife, babe It's an offer you can never refuse We've got Patrick William Bill Miller playin' that piano And this wonderful, great, big, band Bringin' up the rear All these bad cats, in this bad town They make the greatest sound you ever gonna hear Oh Sukey Tawdry JIMMY: (Oh Sukey Tawdry) FRANK: Jenny Diver JIMMY: (Jenny Diver) FRANK: Polly Peaches JIMMY: (I know her well) FRANK: Ms Lulu Brown Yeah, the line forms on the right, dear Now that Mack he JIMMY: (Oh Mack he) FRANK: Yeah that bum is back JIMMY: (Oh that bum he's back) FRANK: And I'm gonna tell you What I think that you should know JIMMY: (What should I do) FRANK: You better lock your door And call the law Because Mack he He's come back to town Get under the bed hide JIMMY: (Look out old Mack is back)