marsfirecat

Mack the Knife Down in, New Orleans, There's a man who's. Often seen, In the pubs and, In the bars, In the clubs and, With the stars, He's a gangster, He can run, In the land of, The knife and gun, He's a killer, Best alive, When he's finished, He'll take five. Chorus And they call him, Mack the Knife, But there's a pistol, By his bed at night, And there's a, cigarette, Pressed between his lips, And a jackknife, We all know his. It says Mack, On the blade, And it's, Never dull, It sees, Twice the action, Of his, Jet black gun. End chorus Mack's a mobster, Knows the town, He's a hit man, The best around,