Текст песни Frank Foster - Mack The Knife
Frank Foster - Mack The Knife слова песни
Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dearAnd he shows `em, pearly whiteJust a jack knife has Macheath, dearAnd he keeps it, keeps it way out of sightWhen that shark bites with his teeth, dearScarlet billows, they begin to spreadFancy white gloves though has Macheath, dearSo there`s rarely, never one trace of redOn the sidewalk, one Sunday mornin`Lies a body oozin` lifeSomeone`s sneaking `round the cornerCould that someone, perhaps, perchance, be Mack the Knife?From a tugboat on the river goin` slowA cement bag, it is dropping downYeah, the cement is just for the weight, dearYou can make a large bet Macheath is back in townMy man Louie Miller, he split the scene, babeAfter drawin` out all the bread from his stashNow Macheath spends just like a pimp, babeDo you suppose that our boy, he did something rash?Ah, old Satchmo, Louis Armstrong, Bobby DarrinThey did this song nice, Lady Ella tooThey all sang it, with so much feelingThat Old Blue Eyes, he ain`t gonna add nothing newBut with Quincy`s big band, right behind meSwinging hard, Jack, I know I can`t loseWhen I tell you, all about Mack the Knife babeIt`s an offer, you can never refuseWe got George Benson, we got Newman & FosterWe got the Brecker Brothers, and Hampton`s bringing up the rearAll these bad cats, and more, are in the band nowThey make the greatest sounds, you ever gonna hearHey Sookie Taudry, Jenny Diver, Polly Peachum, Old Miss Lulu BrownOh the line forms, on the right dearNow that Macheath, I mean that man MacheathYeah he`s bad, mercy mercyYeah he`s badder than old Leroy BrownYou better lock your door, and call the lawBecause Macheath`s, that bum,He`s back in town