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Oh, the shark has; pearly teeth dear

And he shows them, pearly white


Just a jack knife has MacHeath dear
And he keeps it ooo-out of sight

When that shark bites; with his teeth, dear


Scarlet billows ; staaaart to spread
Fancy gloves though, wears MacHeath dear
So there's not a good trace; not a good traaaace of red

Ooonn the sidewalk, on a Sunday morning


Lies a body,oooo- oozin' life
Someone's sneaking 'round the corner
Tell me could it be, could it be, could it be Mack the knife?

On a tugboat, down by the river don`t you know,


A cement bag is dro-oo-o-o-o-pping down
The cement just for the weight dear
Bet you that cat called Mack-heath, oh-oh Mack-heath, he's back in town.

Ah Louis Miller, that cat is desappeared dear


After drawing out, draaaa-wing out his cash
And MacHeath dear, He spends like a sailor
Tell me , tell me did my boy, do something rash

Whoa, Sukey Tawdry; and old Lucy Brown


Hit em yellow; Bobo ahabobobab lucy brown,
Yes the line forms, on the right dear

bobby darin, and louis armstrong


They made a record, oooohh what a record of this song
And now ella, ella, and her fellas
Were making a record, what a record
Such a record of his same old song

, yes weve swung it , oooooh weve swung it


Weve swung old MackHeath wewe swung old MackHeats song
Aand for you people here; Here in stuck old spirit
Hey look out look out look out look out look out
Old MacHeath is back in town hes baack baack back in town.

Hit the road Jack and don't cha come back


No more no more no more no more
Hit the road Jack and don't cha come back
No more

Hit the road Jack and don't cha come back


No more no more no more no more
Hit the road Jack and don't cha come back
No more

Old woman old woman, oh you treat me so mean


You're the meanest old woman that I ever have seen
Well I guess if you say so
I'll have to pack my things and go

Hit the road Jack and don't cha come back


No more no more no more no more
Hit the road Jack and don't cha come back
No more
What'd you say

Hit the road Jack and don't cha come back


No more no more no more no more
Hit the road Jack and don't cha come back
No more

Now baby, listen baby, don't you treat me this way


Cause I'll be back on my feet some day
Don't care if you do, cause it's understood
You ain't got no money, you just a no good
Well I guess if you say so
I'll have to pack my things and go (that's right)

Hit the road Jack and don't cha come back


No more no more no more no more
Hit the road Jack and don't cha come back
No more
What'd you say

Hit the road Jack and don't cha come back


No more no more no more no more
Hit the road Jack and don't cha come back
No more

Well
Uh, what you say?
Don't cha come back
No more
"Autumn Leaves"

The falling leaves


Drift by the window
The autumn leaves
Of red and gold

I see your lips


The summer kisses
The sunburned hands
I used to hold

Since you went away


The days grow long
And soon I'll hear
Old winter's song

But I miss you most of all


My darling
When autumn leaves
Start to fall

Since you went away


The days grow long
And soon I'll hear
Old winter's song

But I miss you most of all


My darling
When autumn leaves
Start to fall

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