Mack The Knife - Live At The Meadowlands Arena/1986

The shark has pretty teeth, dear, and he shows 'em, pearly white

Just a jackknife has Macheath, dear, and he keeps it way out of sight

When that shark bites with his teeth

Dear, scarlet billows begin to spread

Fancy white gloves, though, has Macheath

Dear, so there's never, never one trace of red

On the sidewalk, one Sunday morning, lies a body oozing life

Someone's sneaking 'round the corner - could that

Someone perhaps perchance be Mack the Knife?

From a tugboat on the river, going slow

A cement bag, it is dropping down

But the cement is just for the weight, dear -

You can make a big bet Macheath's back in town!

My man Louie Miller, he split the scene, babe

After drawing out all the bread from his stash

Now Macheath spends just like a pimp, babe

Do you suppose this bum, he did something rash?

Ole Satchmo, Louis Armstrong, Bobby Darrin

They did this song nice, Lady Ella too

They all sang it with so much feeling

That ole blue eyes, he ain't gonna add nothing new

But with this great big band right behind me

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

And when I tell you all about Mack the Knife, babe

It's an offer, hey, you can't refuse

We got Don Baldini, we got William Miller

We got Tony Mottola, Irv Kotler bringing up the rear

All these bad cats are in this band now

They make the greatest sound you ever gonna hear

Slooke, Partridge, Benny Diver

Polly Peachum, Miss Lulu Brown

Hey, the line forms here on the right, dear

Because Macheath, yeah, that bum is back in town

He's a mother, he's better than old Leroy Brown

You better lock your door and call the law

Because Macheath, he is back in town