Die Moritat von Mackie Messer

And the shark, he's got teeth
And he wears them in his face
And Macheath, he's got a knife
But the knife you can't trace.

On a beautiful blue Sunday
Lies a dead man on the beach
And a man walks around the corner
Known as Mack the Knife.

And Schmul Meier remains missing
Like many a rich man
And his money, Mack the Knife
Whom they can't prove a plan.

Jenny Towler was found
With a knife in her chest
And at the quay walks Mack the Knife
Who knew nothing of the rest.

And the big fire in Soho
Seven children and an old man
In the crowd, Mack the Knife
Who's not asked and knows no plan.

And the underage widow
Whose name everyone knows
Woke up and was violated
Mackie, what was your price?

For some are in the dark
And others are in the light
And those in the light are seen
Those in the dark are out of sight.