See the shark has teeth like razors
All can read his open face
And Macheath has got a knife
But not in such an obvious place
See the shark how red his fins are
As he slashes at his prey
Mack the knife wears white kid gloves
Which give the minimum away
By the Thames there's turbid waters
When abruptly tumbled down
Is it plague or is it cholera
Or a sign that Macheath's in town
On a beautiful blue Sunday
See a corpse stretched on the strand
See a man dodge round a corner
Mackie's friends will understand
And the ghastly fire in Soho
Seven children at one go
In the crowd stands Mack the knife
But he's not asked and doesn't know
In the crowd stands Mack the knife
But he's not asked and doesn't know
