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The secret life of mack the knife his teeth shined a pearly white they glistened like fallen snow his smile would melt the ladies hearts and leave them feeling aglow but when he chose to leave his bite the smile turned to a snear Louie called said I'll see you at the club yeah Mack meet in the rear he was a banker by the daylight a vicious killer in the night he always thought that he would find time to make things right he left his victims on the sidewalk or a tugboat by the shore their throats cut from ear to ear the coppers going door to door but not a single soul was talking nobody saw anything but they could tell by the looks they'd be dead if they chose to sing Louie wanted Souky Taudry whacked he was messin with Jenny Diver she's my girl and I ain't taking that I'll set you up to be his driver he wore a disguise of a chauffer fancy coat pants and a cap but when he took a wrong turn Souky knew he was in for bad crap they found him in the alley his life oozing out on the street his throat cut by Mack the Knife another job had been complete back at the bank the next morning he was all smiles and slapping backs nobody knew his secret life or if they were the next one he whacks Gomer Lepoet...
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May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 7:17 PM UTC
The Secret Life of Mack the Knife
The secret life of mack the knife his teeth shined a pearly white they glistened like fallen snow his smile would melt the ladies hearts and leave them feeling aglow but when he chose to leave his bite the smile turned to a snear Louie called said I'll see you at the club yeah Mack meet in the rear he was a banker by the daylight a vicious killer in the night he always thought that he would find time to make things right he left his victims on the sidewalk or a tugboat by the shore their throats cut from ear to ear the coppers going door to door but not a single soul was talking nobody saw anything but they could tell by the looks they'd be dead if they chose to sing Louie wanted Souky Taudry whacked he was messin with Jenny Diver she's my girl and I ain't taking that I'll set you up to be his driver he wore a disguise of a chauffer fancy coat pants and a cap but when he took a wrong turn Souky knew he was in for bad crap they found him in the alley his life oozing out on the street his throat cut by Mack the Knife another job had been complete back at the bank the next morning he was all smiles and slapping backs nobody knew his secret life or if they were the next one he whacks Gomer Lepoet...
concept based on the play "Threepenny Opera" and the song "Mack the Knife"
david-nelson
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May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 7:17 PM UTC
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