Lyrics Michael Buble – 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 way out of sight

When that shark bites with its teeth, dear
Scarlet billows begin to spread
Fancy gloves, though, wears our MacHeath, babe
So there’s never, never, ever a trace of red

On a sidewalk, one Sunday morning
Lies a body oozin’ life
Someone’s sneakin’ round that corner
Could that someone be Mack the Knife?

Oh there’s a tugboat down, it’s down by the river, don’t you know?
Where the cement bag drooppin’ on down
That cement is just—it’s there for the weight, dear
Five’ll get ya ten old Macky’s back in town

D’you hear ’bout Louie Miller?
He disappeared, babe
After drawin’ out all his hard-earned cash
Now MacHeath spends, he spends like a sailor
Could that boy have done somethin’ rash?

Ah, Jenny Diver, look out, Sukey Tawdry
Ooh, Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Oh, that line forms on the right, babe
Now that Macky’s, Macky’s back in town

I said Jenny Diver, whoa, Sukey Tawdry
Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Oh, the line forms on the right, babe
Now that Macky’s back in town

I said, look out, old Macky is back!