The Psychedelic Furs | Lyrics | Mack the Knife

Yeah the shark has such white teeth, dear
And he shows them pearly white
Just a jack knife has Mack, he's dear
And he keeps it out of sight

Johnny Whitey disappeared, dear
After drawing out his cash
But Mack, he spins like a sailor
Did our boy do something rash?

On a sidewalk Sunday morning
There's a body oozing life
Someone's sneaking 'round a corner
Is that someone really mack the knife?

[Incomprehensible] job and [Incomprehensible] tawdriness
Jenny Diver and Lucy Brown
On a line forms, on the right, dear
Now that Mack is back in town