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Michael Buble Mack The Knife

, ever a trace of red On the sidewalk, one sunny mornin' Lies a body oozin' life Someone's sneakin' 'round that corner Could that someone be Mack the Knife

, never a trace of red On the sidewalk, one Sunday mornin Lies a body oozin' life Someone's sneakin' round that corner Could that someone be Mack the Knife

but they didn't Now Mike and Marky with Lou, Kimmy, Ridley and Danny Are making a record, oh what a rec of Mack the Knife Just a Jack Knife has Macheath

never, never a trace of red On the sidewalk, one Sunday mornin Lies a body oozin' life Someone's sneakin' round that corner Could that someone be Mack the Knife

never, never a trace of red On the sidewalk, one Sunday mornin Lies a body oozin' life Someone's sneakin' round that corner Could that someone be Mack the Knife

oh but they didn't Now Mike and Marky with Lou, Kimmy, Ridley and Danny Are making a record, oh what a rec of Mack the Knife Just a Jack Knife has Macheath

never, never a trace of red On the sidewalk, one Sunday mornin Lies a body oozin' life Someone's sneakin' round that corner Could that someone be Mack the Knife

never, never a trace of red On the sidewalk, one Sunday mornin Lies a body oozin' life Someone's sneakin' round that corner Could that someone be Mack the Knife

a trace of red. On a sidewalk, one Sunday morning, lies a body, oozin' life. Someone's sneakin' 'round that corner. Could that someone be Mack the Knife