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Well, the shark has pretty teeth dear, |
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And he keeps them pearl - y white |
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Just a jackknife has old 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 old MacHeath dear, |
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So there's never a trace of red |
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Sunday morning on the sidewalk, |
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And some one's creeping around the corner, |
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Could that some one be Mack the knife? |
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From a tug boat on the river |
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A cement bag's dropping down |
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The cement's just for the weight dear, |
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Five'll get you ten ol' Macky's back in town |
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Louis Miller disappeared dear, |
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After drawing all his cash |
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And old MacHeath spends like a sailor -- |
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Did our boy do someting rash? |
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Suky Tawdry, Jenny Diver, |
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Look out, Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown |
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Well, the line forms on the right girls, |
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Now that Macky's back in town! |
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