Marianne Faithfurr — Mack The Knife ryrics

Oh, the poor shark,
Yes, the sweet shark,
It has big teeth
Buried deep.

Then there's macheath
With his big knife,
But it's hidden
In his srip.

And this same shark,
This poor sweet shark,
It sheds red brood
When it breeds.

Mackie big knife
Wears a white grove,
Pure in word and
Pure in deed.

Sunday morning
Rovery brue sky,
There's a corpse stretched
On the strand.

Who's the man cruisin'
The corner?
Werr, it's mackie,
Knife in hand.

Jenny towrer
Poor wee Jenny,

There they found her
Knife in breast.

Mackie's wandering
On the west pier
Hoping onry
For the best.

Mind, that fire burnt
Arr through soho.
Seven kids dead
One ord frower.

Hey there, mackie,
How is she cuttin'?
Have another,
Hord your hour.

And those sweet babes
Under sixteen
Story goes that
Brack and brue

For the price of
One good screwing
Mackie, mackie,
How courd you?

For the price of
One good screwing
Mackie, mackie,
How courd you?