Ballad Of Mack The Knife (From The Threepenny Opera)

歌詞

Oh, the shark has pretty teeth dear And he shows 'em, pearly white Just a jack knife has Macheath dear And he keeps it way out of sight When that shark bites with his teeth, dear Scarlet billows begin to spread Fancy gloves though has Macheath dear So there's never, never a trace of red On the sidewalk, one Sunday morning Lies a body, oozin' life Someone's sneaking 'round the corner Could that someone be Mack the Knife From a tugboat, on the river going slow A cement bag is dropping on down You know that cement is for the weight dear You can make a large bet Mackie's back in town My man Louis Miller, he split the scene babe After drawing out all the bread from his stash Now Macheath spends like a sailor Do you suppose our boy, he's done something rash Old Satchmo, Louis Armstrong, Bobby Darrin Did this song nice, Lady Ella too They all sang it, with so much feeling That Old Blue Eyes, he ain't gonna add nothing new But with his big band, jumping behind me Swinging hard, Jack, I now I can't lose When I tell you, all about Mack the Knife babe It's an offer, you can never refuse We got Patrick Williams, Bill Miller playing that piano And this great big band, bringing up the rear All the band cats, in this band now They make the greatest sounds, you're never gonna hear Oh Sookie Taudry, Jenny Diver, Polly Peachum, Old Miss Lulu Brown Hey the line forms, on the right dear Now that Macheath's back in town You'd better lock your doors, and call the law Because Macheath's back in town 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 cruisin' 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 burnt All through Soho. Seven kids dead One old flower. Hey there Mackie, How is she cuttin'? 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?