The Ballad Of Mac The Knife

See the shark has teeth like razors All can read his open face And Macheath has got a knife But not in such an obvious place See the shark how red his fins are As he slashes at his prey Mack the knife wears white kid gloves Which give the minimum away By the Thames there's turbid waters When abruptly tumbled down Is it plague or is it cholera Or a sign that Macheath's in town On a beautiful blue Sunday See a corpse stretched on the strand See a man dodge round a corner Mackie's friends will understand And the ghastly fire in Soho Seven children at one go In the crowd stands Mack the knife But he's not asked and doesn't know In the crowd stands Mack the knife But he's not asked and doesn't know