See the shark with teeth like razors   And he wears them in his face   And Macheath has got a knife   But not in such an obvious place         Now see the shark, how red his fins are   As he slashes at his prey   Mack the Knife wears fancy gloves   Which gives a minimum away         By the Thames' turbid waters   Men abruptly tumble down   Well is it plague, or is it cholera   Or because Macky's in town?         And the child bride, in her nighty   Whose assailant's still at large   Violated in her slumbers   Macky how much did you charge?         In the ghastly fire in Soho   Seven children had a go   In the crowd stands Mack the Knife   But he isn't asked and he don't know         In the crowd stands Mack The Knife   But he ain't asked and he don't know