Mack the Knife

作词 : Frank Sinatra

作曲 : Frank Sinatra

Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear

And he shows 'em, pearly white

Just a jack knife has Macheath, dear

And he keeps it, keeps it way out of sight

When that shark bites with his teeth, dear

Scarlet billows, they begin to spread

Fancy white gloves though has Macheath, dear

So there's rarely, never one trace of red

On the sidewalk, one Sunday mornin'

Lies a body oozin' life

Someone's sneaking 'round the corner

Could that someone, perhaps, perchance, be Mack the Knife?

From a tugboat on the river goin' slow

A cement bag, it is dropping down

Yeah, the cement is just for the weight, dear

You can make a large bet Macheath is back in town

My man Louie Miller, he split the scene, babe

After drawin' out all the bread from his stash

Now Macheath spends just like a pimp, babe

Do you suppose that our boy, he did something rash?

Ah, old Satchmo, Louis Armstrong, Bobby Darrin

They did this song nice, Lady Ella too

They all sang it, with so much feeling

That Old Blue Eyes, he ain't gonna add nothing new

But with Quincy's big band, right behind me

Swinging hard, Jack, I know I can't lose

When I tell you, all about Mack the Knife babe

It's an offer, you can never refuse

We got George Benson, we got Newman & Foster

We got the Brecker Brothers, and Hampton's bringing up the rear

All these bad cats, and more, are in the band now

They make the greatest sounds, you ever gonna hear

Hey Sookie Taudry, Jenny Diver, Polly Peachum, Old Miss Lulu Brown

Oh the line forms, on the right dear

Now that Macheath, I mean that man Macheath

Yeah he's bad, mercy mercy

Yeah he's badder than old Leroy Brown

You better lock your door, and call the law

Because Macheath's, that bum,

He's back in town