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.