Oh, the shot, babe, has such teeth, dear, and he shows them early white.
Mr. Jack Knight has his own aghith, babe, and he keeps it out of sight.
You know when that shot bites, with his teeth, dear, the scallop billows start to spread, and fancy gloves, though it's some aghith, babe.
So there's never, never a trace of breath, on the sidewalk, oh, Sunday morning, don't you know?
Lots of body, just losing light, and someone sneaking around the corner.
Could that be our boy, Mack the Knight, from a tug boat down by the river, don't you know?
There's a cement bag, just dropping on down, that seamen's there, it's there far away, dear.
If I will get you ten, oh, Mack, he is back in town, dear, by Louis Miller, he disappeared, babe, to drawing out all his harder cash, and now Mack, he expands, he expands just like a, like a sailor.
Could it be, could it be, could it be our boy, I'm something rash, with Danny Diver, oh, Suki Toji, look out, there's not a landing, and oh, Lucy Brown, yeah, the line forms on the right bay, now there's Mack, he is back in town.
I'm searching it down, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Suki Toji, yeah, look out, there's not a landing, and oh, Lucy Brown, yeah, the line forms on the right bay, now there's Mack, he is back in town.
