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Oh the shark babe has such teeth, dear |
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And he shows them pearly white |
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Just a jack knife wears old Macheath, babe |
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And he keeps it out of sight |
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You know when that shark bites with his teeth, dear |
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Scarlet billows start to spread |
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And fancy gloves though wears old Macheath, babe |
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So there's never, never a trace of red |
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On the sidewalk, oh Sunday morning don't ya know? |
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Lies a body, just oozing life |
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And someone's sneaking around the corner |
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Could that be our boy Mack the knife? |
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From a tug boat down by the river, don't ya know? |
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There's a cement bag just dropping on down |
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That cement's there, it's there for the weight, dear |
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Five'll get you ten old Macheath's back in town |
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Do ya hear 'bout Louie Miller, he disappeared baby |
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After drawing out all his hard earned cash |
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And now Macheath spends, he spends just like a, like a sailor |
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Could it be? Could it be? Could it be our boy's done something rash? |
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Jenny Diver, oh Sukey Tawdry |
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Look out Miss Lotte Lenya, and old Lucy Brown |
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Yeah, the line forms on the right, babe |
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Now that Macheath's back in town |
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I said Jenny diver, oh Sukey Tawdry |
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Look out Miss Lotte Lenya, and old Lucy Brown |
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Yeah, the line forms on the right, babe |
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Now that Macheath's back in town |
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Look out old Macky is back |
