Текст песни Marianne Faithfull -  Mack the Knife   
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Oh, the poor shark, 
Yes, the sweet shark, 
It has big teeth 
Buried deep. 
 
Then there`s Macheath 
With his big knife, 
But it`s hidden 
In his slip. 
 
And this same shark, 
This poor sweet shark, 
It sheds red blood 
When it bleeds. 
 
Mackie Big Knife 
Wears a white glove, 
Pure in word and 
Pure in deed. 
 
Sunday morning 
Lovely blue sky, 
There`s a corpse stretched 
On the Strand. 
 
Who`s the man cruisin` 
The corner ? 
Well, it`s Mackie, 
Knife in hand. 
 
Jenny Towler 
Poor wee Jenny, 
There they found her 
Knife in breast. 
 
Mackie`s wandering 
On the West Pier 
Hoping only 
For the best. 
 
Mind, that fire burnt 
All through Soho. 
Seven kids dead 
One old flower. 
 
Hey there, Mackie, 
How is she cuttin` ? 
Have another, 
Hold your hour. 
 
And those sweet babes 
Under sixteen 
Story goes that 
Black and blue 
 
For the price of 
One good screwing 
Mackie, Mackie, 
How could you ? 
 
For the price of 
One good screwing 
Mackie, Mackie, 
How could you ?