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 there's turbid waters, when abruptly tumbled down
Is it plague or is it cholera, or a sign that Heath's in town?
On a beautiful blue Sunday, see a corpse stretched on the strand
See a man dodge round the corner, Mackie's friends will understand
And the ghastly fire in Soho, seven children at one go
In the crowd stands Mac the Knife
But he's not asked and doesn't know
In the crowd stands Mac the Knife
But he's not asked and doesn't know