Oh the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear And he shows them, pearly white Just a jack knife, has old MacHeath there And he keeps it out of sight You know when the shark bites with his teeth, dear Scarlet billows start to spread Fancy gloves though wears old MacHeath, babe So there's never, never a trace of red From a tug boat, down by the river, dont you know
There's a cement bag, just dropping on down That cement's there,its there for the weight, dear Five will get you, ten old Macky's back in town Dya hear 'bout Louie Miller, he disappeared, baby After drawing out all, his hard earned cash And MacHeath spends, he spends just like a, like a sailor Could it be,Could it be,Could it be our boy's done something rash?