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