Here I’ll Stay / Mack the Knife (Wacky Version)

[Part I: Here I'll Stay]

[Verse]
If I've no will to go from home
Or have no urge the seas to roam
Or turn my back on a distant star
And never burn to wander far
It's not because of fear
It's because my goal is clear

[Chorus]
There's a far land, I'm told
Where I'll find a field of gold
But here I'll stay with you
And they say there's an isle deep with clover
Where your heart wears a smile all day through
But I know well they're wrong
And I know where I belong
And here I'll stay with you
For that land is a sandy illusion
It's the theme of a dream gone astray
And the world others woo
I can find loving you
And so here I'll stay

[Instrumental]

[Chorus]
For that land is a sandy illusion
It's the theme of a dream gone astray
And the world others woo
I can find loving you
And so here I'll stay

[Part II: Mack the Knife (Wacky Version)]

[Verse 1]
Oh, the shark has pearly teeth, dear
And he shows them pearly whites
Just a jackknife has Macheath, dear
And he keeps it out of sight

[Verse 2]
When the shark bites, oh, with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves wears Macheath, dear
So there's not a trace of red

[Verse 3]
On the sidewalk Sunday morning
Lies a body oozing life
Someone's sneaking 'round the corner
Could it be Mack the Knife?

[Verse 4]
On a tugboat down by the river
Whoo, lies–
(Laughter)
Could it be
Oh baby, could it be Mack the Knife?

[Verse 5]
On a–
Louie Miller–
I'm lost, I don't know where I am
Oh, all in cash
You all see that cat named Macheath, dear?
I'm telling you he's spending
Did our boy do something rash?

[Verse 6]
Sukey Tawdry, Jenny Diver
Polly Peachum, and old Lucy Brown
I said the line forms on the right, dear
Now that Mackie, he is back in town

[Scat]

[Verse 7]
Said the line forms on my right dear
Now that Mackie's, Mackie is back in town

[Verse 8, spoken]
Said, the shark has pearly teeth, dear
And you know he shows them pearly whites
Just a jackknife has Macheath, dear
And he keeps it–

[Verse 9]
The shark bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves wears Macheath, dear
So there's not a trace of red