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Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear,
And he shows them a pearly white.
Just a jack-knife has Mack he, 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 Mack he, dear,
So there’s not a trace of red.
On the sidewalk, Sunday morning, baby,
Lies a body, oozing life.
Someone sneaking around a corner;
Is this someone Mack the Knife?
From a tug boat by the river,
A cement bag’s drooping down.
Yes, the cement’s just for the weight, dear;
Bet you Mack he’s back in town.
Look ’a here, Louis Miller disappeared, dear,
After drawing out his cash.
And Mack, he spends like a sailor;
Did our boy do something rash?
Sooky Taudry, Jenny Diver,
Lottie Lenya, Sweet Lucy Brown.
Oh, the line forms on the right, dears,
Now that Mack he’s back in town.
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