Mack the Knife

Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear And it shows them pearly white Just a jackknife has MacHeath, dear And it keeps it out of sight When that shark bites with his teeth, dear Scarlet billows start to spread Fancy gloves, wears MacHeath, dear So there's never trace of red On the sidewalk, Sunday morning Lies a body oozing life Someone's sneaking round that corner Is that someone be Mack the Knife? Somehow children of the darkness Somehow children of the sun You can see the sons of the daylight Sons of darker, seen by night Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear And it shows them pearly white Just a jackknife has MacHeath, dear And it keeps it out of sight