Mack the Knife - Ella Fitzgerald

«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"