Kurt
Weill and
Mark
Blitzstein, a couple of
Dutchmen I used to know in
Germany when I was a little kid.
Marvelous orchestration by both
Frank
Foster and
Quincy
Jones.
There was
Germany, yes.
Hey, the shark has pretty teeth,
An d he shows them
pearly white
Just a jackknife has
MacHeath, dear
But he keeps it way out
of sight
When that shark bites with
his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows,
they begin to spread
Fancy white gloves, though,
has my keith, dear
So there's never,
never one trace of red
On a sidewalk one
Sunday mornin'
Lies a body oozin' life
Someone's sneakin'
round the corner
Could that someone perhaps be
Mack the
Knife?
From a tugboat on a river going slow
A cement bag, it is dropping down
Oh, the cement,
just for the weight, dear
You can make a large bet that
that bum is back in town
My man
Louie
Miller, he split the scene, babe
After drawing out all the
bread from his stash
Now
Mac, he spends just
like a pimp, babe
Do you suppose that our boy,
he did something rash?
Oh,
Satchmo,
Louie
Armstrong,
Bobby
Downey
They did this song nice,
Lady
Ella too
They sang it with so much feeling
That old blue -eyes,
he ain't gonna add anything new
This big band swinging behind me
Rockin' hard jack,
I know I can't lose
When I tell you all about
Mack the
Knife, babe
It's an offer you can
never refuse
We got
Frank
Jr.
We got
Bill
Miller and the piano
We got the great
Herb
Cotler
Beatin' on those drums
All these bad cats
That are in this band now
They make the greatest sound
s you're ever gonna hear
Suki taught me
Jenny
Diver,
Jenny
Diver
Holly
Peacham
Old
Lucy
Brown
Now the line forms
On the right, dear
Now that
Mackie
Yeah, that man is back
I'm gonna tell you what to do,
so you're gonna be fine
You better lock your door and call the law
Because
Mackey, that dirty son of a...
He's coming back,
you better get under the bed
Or go to the country and go suck leg
Or he gonna get you, boy, I tell ya
Bravo!
Thank you.