Marianne Faithfull - Mack the Knife lyrics

Oh, the poor shark

Yes, the sweet shark

It has big teeth

Buried deep

Then there's Macheath with his big knife

But it's hidden in his slip

And this same shark,

This poor sweet shark

It sheds red blood

When it bleeds

Mackie Big Knife wears a white glove

Pure in word and pure in deed

Sunday morning

Lovely blue sky

There's a corpse stretched

On the strand

Who's the man cruising the corner ?

Well, it's Mackie, knife in hand

Jenny Towler

Poor wee Jenny

There they found her

Knife in breast

Mackie's wandering

On the West Pier

Hoping only

For the best

Mind, that fire burns

All through Soho

Seven kids dead

One old flower

Hey there, Mackie, how is she cutting?

Have another, hold your hour

And those sweet babes

Under sixteen

Story goes that

Black and blue

For the price of one good screwing

Mackie, Mackie, how could you?

For the price of one good screwing

Mackie, Mackie, how could you?