Moritat (Mack The Knife) - Live From The Desert Inn / 1971

Oh, the shark, Babe,
 Has such teeth, Dear,
 And he shows those
 Pearly whites.
 Just a jack-knife
 Has old Mack Heath, Babe,
 And he keeps it outta sight.
 You know, when that shark bites
 With its teeth, Babe,
 Scarlet billows start to spread.
 Fancy gloves, oh,
 Wears old Mack Heath, Babe,
 So there's never -
 Never a trace of red.
 Now, on the sidewalk,
 Ooh, sunny mornin', uh-huh,
 Lies a body
 Just oozin' life. Eek!
 And someone's sneakin'
 'Round the corner!
 Could that someone
 Be Mack the Knife?
 Ah, there's a tugboat
 Down by the river, don't you know,
 Where a cement bag's
 Just a-droopin' on down.
 Oh, that cement is just...
 It's there for the weight, Dear.
 Five'll get you ten
 Old Mackie's back in town!
 Now'd you hear 'bout Louie Miller?
 He disappeared, Babe,
 After drawin' out
 All his hard-earned cash.
 And now Mack Heath spends
 Just like a sailor.
 Could it be our boy