Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear <br />And he shows them pearly white. <br />Just a jack knife has Macheath, dear <br />And he keeps it out of sight. <br /> <br />When the shark bites with his teeth, dear <br />Scarlet billows start to spread. <br />Fancy gloves, though, wears Macheath, dear <br />So there's not a trace of red. <br /> <br />On the side-walk Sunday morning <br />Lies a body oozing life; <br />Someone's sneaking 'round the corner. <br />Is that someone Mack the Knife? <br /> <br />From a tugboat by the river <br />A cement bag's dropping down; <br />The cement's just for the weight, dear. <br />Bet you Mackie's back in town. <br /> <br />Louie Miller disappeared, dear <br />After drawing out his cash; <br />And Macheath spends like a sailor. <br />Did our boy do something rash? <br /> <br />Sukey Tawdry, Jenny Diver, <br />Polly Peachum, Lucy Brown <br />Oh, the line forms on the right, dear <br />Now that Mackie's back in town.<br /><br />Bertolt Brecht<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mack-the-knife/
