Oh, the shark babenHas such teeth,dearnAnd he shows them, pearly whitenJust a jackknifenHas old macheath, dearnAnd he keeps it out of sightnnWhen the shark bitesnWith his teeth,dearnScarlet billows start to spreadnFancy gloves,though,wears oldnMacheath,dearnSo there's never a trace of rednnOn the sidewalk Sunday morningnLies a body just oozing lifenSomeone's sneakingnRound the cornernCould that someone benMack the knife?nnThere's a tugboat down by the rivernDidn't you knownA cement bag's dropping downnWell that cement'snJust for the weight dearnFive will get you tennMackie's back in townnnHere about Louie MillernHe disappeared,dearnAfter drawing out all hisnHard-earned cashnAnd Macheath spendsnJust like a sailornCould it be our boynDid something rash?nnJenny Diver,Sukey TawdrynLawdie Lenya and old Lucy BrownnOh the line forms on the right babenNow that Mackie's back in town