Lyrics

See the shark has teeth like razors All can read his open face And Macheath has gotaknife, but Not insuch an obvious place See the shark,How red his fins are As he slashes at his prey MactheKnifewears white kidgloves which Give theminimum away By the Thames turbid waters Men abruptly tumble down Is it plague, or is it cholera? Or a sign Macheath's in town? On a beautiful blue Sunday See a corpse stretched on the Strand See a man dodge around the corner... Mackie's friends will understand And the ghastly fire in Soho Seven children at one go In the crowd stands Mac the knife, but He's not asked and doesn't know In the crowd stands Mac the knife, but He's not asked and doesn't know