Mack the Knife (With Jimmy Buffet) Songtext
von Frank Sinatra

Hey, that shark has pretty teeth, dear
And it shows them 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, they begin to spread
Fancy white gloves has MacHeath, dear
So there′s never, never a trace of red

On the sidewalk, one Sunday morning
Lies a body, oozin' life
Someone′s sneaking 'round that corner
Could that someone perhaps, per chance, be Mack the Knife?

From a tugboat, on the river going slow
A cement bag is droppin' down
You know that cement is for the weight, dear
You can make a large bet that bums in town (yeah, he′s in town)


My man Louie Miller, he split the scene, babe
After drawin′ out all the bread from his stash
Now Mack, he spends like a sailor
Do you suppose this guy, he did somethin' rash?

Old Satchmo, Louie Armstrong, Bobby Darin
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 anything new
(Oh, yes, you do)

But with this big, fat band jumping behind me
Swinging hard, Jack (that's Jimmy, Frank), I know I can′t loose
When I tell you all about Mack the Knife, babe
It's an offer you can never refuse

We got Patrick Williams, Bill Miller playin′ that piano
And this wonderful, great, big band bringin' up the rear
All these bad cats, in this bad town
They make the greatest sound you're ever gonna hear

Oh, Sukey Tawdry (oh, Sukey Tawdry)
Jenny Diver (Jenny Diver)
Polly Peachum (I know her well)
Miss Lulu Brown
Yeah, the line forms on the right, dear


Now that MacHeath (oh, MacHeath)
Yeah, that bum is back (oh, that bum, he′s back)
And I′m gonna tell you what I think that you should know
(What should I do?)
You better lock your door and call the law
Because MacHeath, he's come back to town

Get under the bed, hide, go to the country, any place
(Look out, old Mack is back)
Anywhere he′s gonna get you