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Mack the Knife - Frank Sinatra
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Mack the Knife Frank Sinatra

Mack the Knife - Frank Sinatra
FRANK:
Hey, the shark has pretty teeth, dear
And it shows them pearly white
Just a jackknife has Mac Heath, dear
And he keeps it, way out of sight
When that shark bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows they begin to spread
Fancy white gloves, has Mac Heath, dear
So there's never, never a trace of red

On the sidewalk, one Sunday morning
Lies a body, oozing' life
Someone's sneaking', 'round that corner
Could that someone perhaps per chance be Mack the Knife?

From the tugboat, on a river going slow
A cement bag's dropping down
You know, that cement is for the weight, dear
You can make a large bet that bums in town

JIMMY:
(Yeah he's in town)

FRANK:
My man Louie Miller
He split the scene babe
After drawing' out all the bread from his stash
Now Mac Heath spends like a sailor
Do you suppose this guy he did something rash?
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