"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"