“Oh the shark has pretty teeth dear
And he shows them pearly white
Just a jack-knife has Mac-heath, dear
And he keeps it out of sight
When the shark bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves though wears Mac-heath, dear
So there’s not a trace, not a trace of red
On the sidewalk on a Sunday morning
Lies a body oozing life
Someone’s sneaking 'round that corner
Tell me could it be, could it be Mack the Knife

On a tugboat down by the river, don’t you know
A cement bag’s dropping down
The cement’s just for the weight, dear
Bet you that cat called Mack-heath, oh Mack-heath, he’s back in town
(Improvisation)

Oh Mack-heath’s back in town
He’s back, he’s back, he’s back, he’s back
He’s back, he’s back, he’s back, he’s back, he’s back, he’s back in town
Mack-heath’s back in town”

More lyrics from Ella Fitzgerald

  • 01I'm Walkin'
    05:36
  • 04I Cried For You (Now It's Your Turn To Cry Over Me)
    03:19
  • 04:27
  • 03:40
  • 08I'm Confessin' (That I Love You)
    03:26
  • 09Mack The Knife
    05:00
  • 10That's My Desire
    03:02
  • 11I'm In The Mood For Love
    03:15
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