Mack the Knife (Live At Radio City Music Hall, New York /1990) - Frank Sinatra

Hey, the shark has pretty teeth, dear

And it shows them pearly white

Just a jackknife has Mac Heath, dear

And he keeps it, way out of sight

when that shark bites with his teeth, dear

Scarlet billows they begin to spread

Fancy white gloves, has Mac Heath, dear

So there's never, never a trace of red

On the sidewalk, one Sunday morning,

Lies a body, oozing' life,

Someone's sneaking', 'round that corner

Could that someone perhaps per chance be Mack the Knife?

From the tugboat, on a river going slow

A cement bag's dropping down

You know, that cement is for the weight, dear

You can make a large bet that bums in town

(Yeah he's in town)

My man Louie Miller

he split the scene babe,

After drawing' out all the bread from his stash

Now Mac Heath spends like a sailor

Do you suppose this guy he did something rash?

Old Satchmo, Louie Armstrong, Bobby Daron

They did this song nice, Lady Ella too

They all sang it, with so much feeling

That old blue eyes here ain't gonna add anything new

(oh yes you do)

But with this big, fat, band jumping behind me

Swinging hard Jack

(That's Jimmy)

I know I cant loose, When I tell you

All about Mack the Knife, babe

It's an offer you can never refuse

We've got Patrick William,

Bill Miller playin' that piano

And this wonderful, great, big, band

bringin' up the rear

all these bad cats, in this bad town

they make the greatest sound you ever gonna hear

Oh Sukey Tawdry,

(Oh Sukey Tawdry)

Jenny Diver,

(Jenny Diver)

Polly Peaches

(I know her well)

Ms Lulu Brown

Yeah, the line forms on the right, dear

Now that Mack he

(Oh Mack he)

Yeah that bum is back

(Oh that bum he's back)

And I'm gonna tell you

what I think that you should know

(What should I do)

You better lock your door

And call the law

Because Mack he

he's come back to town

Get under the bed hide

(Look out old Mack is back)