As performed by Lyle Lovett for the film Quiz Show:      See the shark with teeth like razors   You can read his open face   And Macheath, he's got a knife, and   In such an obvious place      On a beautiful blue Sunday,   See a corpse stretched in the Strand   See a man dodge 'round the corner...   Mackie's friends will understand.      Mr. Meier reported missing   Like so many wealthy men:   Mack the knife acquired his cashbox   God alone knows how or when      Jenny Towler, she turned up lately   With a knife stuck through her breast   While Macheath, he walks the embankment,   Nonchalantly unimpressed      And the ghastly fire in Soho,   Seven children at a go--   In the crowd stands Mac the knife, but   He isn't asked, he doesn't know      And the child bride in her nightgown,   Whose assailants still at large   Violated in her slumbers   Mackie how much did you charge?      Yes, the child bride in her nightgown   Whose assailants still at large   Violated in her slumbers   Mackie how much did you charge?      Mackie how much did you charge?   How much did you charge?   How much did you charge?   How much did you charge?   How much did you charge?         THE BALLAD OF MACK THE KNIFE (COMPLETE VERSION)      Ballad of Mack the knife (Trans. John Willett):      See the shark has teeth like razors   All can read his open face   And Macheath has got a knife, but   Not in such an obvious place      See the shark, How red his fins are   As he slashes at his prey   Mac the Knife wears white kid gloves which   Give the minimum away      By the Thames turbid waters,   Men abruptly tumble down   IIs it plague, or is it cholera?   Or a sign Macheath's in town?      On a beautyful blue Sunday,   See a corpse stretched on the Strand   See a man dodge around the corner...   Mackie's friend's will understand.      And Schul Meier who is missing   Like so many wealthy men:   Mack the knife aquired his cashbox   God alone knows how or when      Jenny Towler turned up lately   With a knife stuck in her breast   While Macheath walked the embankment,   Nonchalantly unimpressed      Where is Alfred Gleet the cabman?   Who can get that story clear?   All the world may know the answer,   but Macheath has no idea      And the ghastly fire in Soho,   Seven children at a go--   In the crowd stands Mac the knife, but   He's not asked and doesn't know      And the child bride in her nightie,   Whose assailant's still at large   Violated in her slumbers--   Mackie how much did you charge?