Now that Mack, he's back in town
On the sidewalk, Sunday mornin', baby
Lies a body, oozin' life
So there’s not a trace, mmm of red
From a tugboat, by the river
Someone sneakin' around the corner
Did our boy do somethin' rash?
When the shark bites with his teeth, dear
After drawing out his cash
And he keeps it out of sight
Scarlet billows start to spread
Oh, the line forms on the right, dears
Yeah, the cement's just for the weight, dear
Lotte Lenya, Sweet Lucy Brown
And MacHeath spends like a sailor
Looky here Louie Miller, disappeared, dear
Just a jackknife has MacHeath, dear
Sukey Tawdry, Jenny Diver
Is the someone, Mack the Knife?
A cement bag's drooppin' down
Bet you Mack, he's back in town
Fancy gloves though wears MacHeath, dear
