Blake Lewis: Mack the knife

Hey, the shark has pretty teeth, dearAnd it shows them pearly whiteJust a jackknife has Mac Heath, dearAnd he keeps it, way out of sightwhen that shark bites with his teeth, dearScarlet billows they begin to spreadFancy white gloves, has Mac Heath, dearSo theres never, never a trace of redOn the sidewalk, one Sunday morning,Lies a body, oozing' life,Someones sneaking', round that cornerCould that someone perhaps per chance be Mack the Knife?From the tugboat, on a river going slowA cement bags dropping downYou know, that cement is for the weight, dearYou can make a large bet that bums in town(Yeah hes in town)My man Louie Miller he split the scene babe,After drawing' out all the bread from his stashNow Mac Heath spends like a sailorDo you suppose this guy he did something rash?Old Satchsmoke, Louie Armstrong, Bobby DaronThey did this song nice, Lady Ella tooThey all sang it, with so much feelingThat old blue eyes here aint gonna add anything new(oh yes you do)But with this big, fat, band jumping behind meSwinging hard Jack (Thats Jimmy)I know I cant loose, When I tell youAll about Mack the Knife, babeIts an offer you can never refuseWeve got Patrick William, Bill Miller playin that pianoAnd this wonderful, great, big, band bringin up the rearall these bad cats, in this bad townthey make the greatest sound you ever gonna hereOh Sukey Tawdry, (Oh Sukey Tawdry)Jenny Diver, (Jenny Diver)Polly Peaches (I know her well) Ms Lulu BrownYeah, the line forms on the right, dearNow that Mack he(Oh Mack he)Yeah that bum is back(Oh that bum hes back)And Im gonna tell you what I think that you should know(What should I do)You better lock your doorAnd call the lawBecause Mack hehes come back to townGet under the bed hide(Look out old Mack is back)