歌曲 | Mack the Knife |
歌手 | Frank Sinatra |
歌手 | Hank Jones |
专辑 | L.A. Is My Lady |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Written:Kurt Weill/Marc Blitzstein | |
Arranger:Frank Foster/Patrick Williams Artist:Frank Sinatra/Quincy Jones/Orchestra | |
Oh, the shark has pretty teeth dear | |
And he shows 'em, pearly white | |
Just a jack knife has Macheath dear | |
And he keeps it way out of sight | |
When that shark bites with his teeth, dear | |
Scarlet billows begin to spread | |
Fancy gloves though has Macheath dear | |
So there's never, never a trace of red | |
On the sidewalk, one Sunday morning | |
Lies a body, oozin' life | |
Someone's sneaking 'round the corner | |
Could that someone be Mack the Knife | |
From a tugboat, on the river going slow | |
A cement bag is dropping on down | |
You know that cement is for the weight dear | |
You can make a large bet Mackie's back in town | |
My man Louis Miller, he split the scene babe | |
After drawing out all the bread from his stash | |
Now Macheath spends like a sailor | |
Do you suppose our boy, he's done something rash | |
Old Satchmo, Louis Armstrong, Bobby Darrin | |
Did this song nice, Lady Ella too | |
They all sang it, with so much feeling | |
That Old Blue Eyes, he ain't gonna add nothing new | |
But with this big band, jumping behind me | |
Swinging hard, Jack, I now I can't lose | |
When I tell you, all about Mack the Knife babe | |
It's an offer, you can never refuse | |
We got Patrick Williams, Bill Miller playing that piano | |
And this great big band, bringing up the rear | |
All the band cats, in this band now | |
They make the greatest sounds, you're ever gonna hear | |
Oh Sookie Taudry, Jenny Diver, Polly Peachum, Old Miss Lulu Brown | |
Hey the line forms, on the right dear | |
Now that Macheath's back in town | |
You'd better lock your doors, and call the law | |
Because Macheath's back in town |
Written: Kurt Weill Marc Blitzstein | |
Arranger: Frank Foster Patrick Williams Artist: Frank Sinatra Quincy Jones Orchestra | |
Oh, the shark has pretty teeth dear | |
And he shows ' em, pearly white | |
Just a jack knife has Macheath dear | |
And he keeps it way out of sight | |
When that shark bites with his teeth, dear | |
Scarlet billows begin to spread | |
Fancy gloves though has Macheath dear | |
So there' s never, never a trace of red | |
On the sidewalk, one Sunday morning | |
Lies a body, oozin' life | |
Someone' s sneaking ' round the corner | |
Could that someone be Mack the Knife | |
From a tugboat, on the river going slow | |
A cement bag is dropping on down | |
You know that cement is for the weight dear | |
You can make a large bet Mackie' s back in town | |
My man Louis Miller, he split the scene babe | |
After drawing out all the bread from his stash | |
Now Macheath spends like a sailor | |
Do you suppose our boy, he' s done something rash | |
Old Satchmo, Louis Armstrong, Bobby Darrin | |
Did this song nice, Lady Ella too | |
They all sang it, with so much feeling | |
That Old Blue Eyes, he ain' t gonna add nothing new | |
But with this big band, jumping behind me | |
Swinging hard, Jack, I now I can' t lose | |
When I tell you, all about Mack the Knife babe | |
It' s an offer, you can never refuse | |
We got Patrick Williams, Bill Miller playing that piano | |
And this great big band, bringing up the rear | |
All the band cats, in this band now | |
They make the greatest sounds, you' re ever gonna hear | |
Oh Sookie Taudry, Jenny Diver, Polly Peachum, Old Miss Lulu Brown | |
Hey the line forms, on the right dear | |
Now that Macheath' s back in town | |
You' d better lock your doors, and call the law | |
Because Macheath' s back in town |
Written: Kurt Weill Marc Blitzstein | |
Arranger: Frank Foster Patrick Williams Artist: Frank Sinatra Quincy Jones Orchestra | |
Oh, the shark has pretty teeth dear | |
And he shows ' em, pearly white | |
Just a jack knife has Macheath dear | |
And he keeps it way out of sight | |
When that shark bites with his teeth, dear | |
Scarlet billows begin to spread | |
Fancy gloves though has Macheath dear | |
So there' s never, never a trace of red | |
On the sidewalk, one Sunday morning | |
Lies a body, oozin' life | |
Someone' s sneaking ' round the corner | |
Could that someone be Mack the Knife | |
From a tugboat, on the river going slow | |
A cement bag is dropping on down | |
You know that cement is for the weight dear | |
You can make a large bet Mackie' s back in town | |
My man Louis Miller, he split the scene babe | |
After drawing out all the bread from his stash | |
Now Macheath spends like a sailor | |
Do you suppose our boy, he' s done something rash | |
Old Satchmo, Louis Armstrong, Bobby Darrin | |
Did this song nice, Lady Ella too | |
They all sang it, with so much feeling | |
That Old Blue Eyes, he ain' t gonna add nothing new | |
But with this big band, jumping behind me | |
Swinging hard, Jack, I now I can' t lose | |
When I tell you, all about Mack the Knife babe | |
It' s an offer, you can never refuse | |
We got Patrick Williams, Bill Miller playing that piano | |
And this great big band, bringing up the rear | |
All the band cats, in this band now | |
They make the greatest sounds, you' re ever gonna hear | |
Oh Sookie Taudry, Jenny Diver, Polly Peachum, Old Miss Lulu Brown | |
Hey the line forms, on the right dear | |
Now that Macheath' s back in town | |
You' d better lock your doors, and call the law | |
Because Macheath' s back in town |