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 Mack-heath`s back in town
He`s back he`s back he`s back he`s back
He`s back he`s back he`s back he`s back he`s back he`s back in town
Mack-heath`s back in town