Mack the Knife (Live) Ella Fitzgerald

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Oh the shark has pretty teeth dear
And he shows them pearly white
Just a jack-knife has Mac-heath, dear
And he keeps it out of sight
When the shark bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves though wears Mac-heath, dear
So there's not a trace, not a trace of red
On the sidewalk on a Sunday morning
Lies a body oozing life
Someone's sneaking 'round that corner
Tell me could it be, could it be Mack the Knife

On a tugboat down by the river, don't you know
A cement bag's dropping down
The cement's just for the weight, dear
Bet you that cat called Mack-heath, oh Mack-heath, he's back in town

Oh Louie Miller that cat he disappeared, dear
After drawing out, drawing out his cash
And Mack-heath dear, he spends like a sailor
Tell me, tell me did my boy do something bad?

Ah, Suky Tawdry and old Lucy Brown
(Scatting like Louie Armstrong) … Lucy Brown
Yes, the line forms on the right, dear
(Thank you folks, look out there Bobby Darrin
You and me singing the same song… (Scats))