Frank Sinatra defined cool! youtube/watch?v=A9klGr3ELkg Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear And he shows em, pearly white Just a jack knife has Macheath, dear And he keeps it, keeps it way out of sight When that shark bites with his teeth, dear Scarlet billows, they begin to spread Fancy white gloves though has Macheath, dear So theres rarely, never one trace of red On the sidewalk, one Sunday mornin Lies a body oozin life Someones sneaking round the corner Could that someone, perhaps, perchance, be Mack The Knife? From a tugboat on the river goin slow A cement bag, it is dropping down Yeah, the cement is just for the weight, dear You can make a large bet Macheath is back in town My man Louie Miller, he split the scene, babe After drawin out all the bread from his stash Now Macheath spends just like a pimp, babe Do you suppose that our boy, he did something rash? Ah, old Satchmo, Louis Armstrong, Bobby Darin They did this song nice, Lady Ella too They all sang it with so much feeling That Old Blue Eyes, he aint gonna add nothing new But with Quincys big band right behind me Swinging hard, Jack, I know I cant lose When I tell you all about Mack The Knife, babe Its an offer you can never refuse We got George Benson, we got Newman and Foster We got the Brecker Brothers and Hamptons bringing up the rear All these bad cats and more are in the band now They make the greatest sounds you ever gonna hear Hey Sookie Taudry, Jenny Diver, Polly Peachum, Old Miss Lulu Brown Oh, the line forms on the right dear Now that Macheath, I mean that man Macheath Yeah, hes bad, mercy, mercy Yeah, hes badder than old Leroy Brown You better lock your door and call the law Because Macheaths, that bum Hes back in town Read more: Frank Sinatra - Mack The Knife Lyrics | MetroLyrics
Posted on: Wed, 29 Oct 2014 12:46:40 +0000
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