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(k. weill/b. brecht/m. blitzestien) |
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Oh the shark has pretty teeth, dear |
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And he shows them pearly white |
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Just a jack knife 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 of red |
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On the sidewalk, sunday morning |
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Lies a body oozing life |
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Someone's sneaking round the corner |
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I'll bet that someone, someone's mack the knife |
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From a tug boat by the river |
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A cement bag's dropping down |
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The cement's just, just for the weight, dear |
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Bet you, i'll bet you mack is back in town |
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Louie miller, he 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 the boy, did the boy do something rash? |
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Sukey tawdry, jenny diver |
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Polly peachum, and lucy brown |
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Oh the line forms on the right, dear |
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Now that macky's back in town (x2) |
