Oh, the (C6)shark has

pret ty (Dm7)teeth, dear,

and he (Dm7)shows them

pear ly (C6)white.

Just a (Am)jack knife

has Mac (Dm7)heath, dear,

and he keeps it

out of (C6)sight.

When the shark bites

with his (Dm7)teeth, dear,

scar let (Dm7)bil lows

start to (C6)spread.

Fan cy (Am)gloves, though,

wears Mac (Dm7)heath, dear,

so there’s not a

trace of (C6)red.

On the (D6)side walk

Sun

(Em7)morn ing

(A7)lies

(Em7)bod y

ooz ing (D6)life:

some one’s (Bm)sneak ing

’round the (Em7)cor ner,

is the some one

Mack the (D6)Knife?

From a tug boat

by the (Em7)riv er

a ce (Em7)ment bag’s

drop ping (D6)down.

The ce (Bm)ment’s just

for the (Em7)weight, dear,

bet you Mack ie’s

back in (D6)town.

Lou (D6)Mil ler

dis

(Em7)peared, dear,

(A7)af

(Em7)draw ing

out his (D6)cash;

and Mac (Bm)heath spends

like a (Em7)sail or,

did our boy do

some thing (D6)rash?

Su key Taw dry,

Jen ny (Em7)Div er,

Pol ly (Em7)Peach um,

Lu cy (D6)Brown.

Oh, the (Bm)line forms

on the (Em7)right, dear,

now that Mack ie’s

back in (D6)town.

Lou (D6)town.