words and music by Michael Seibt
He was leaning at the corner of the main street
Wearing his finest silky suit
His ice-cold eyes were glancing all over the crowd
And what he thought, my god, was not allowed.
Later he walked cockly on the pavement
In the trouser pockets – very cool – his hands
He gave five pounds to the gambler, made fifty in a crack
Didn’t see the sticky-finger in his back
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The called him Jack the Knife and he was the toughest guy in town
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And if they saw him coming, they wished they were not around
On his beat Jacky visits the next bar-room
The waiter paid, his eyes were full of gloom
Out of the bar Jack recounts his first easy prey
And looked forward to another perfect day
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It was nearly one hour after midnight
When he met some sailors spoiling for a fight
They made waves in his district and made Jack see red
But no-one heard the final words he said
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Next morning they found him in the park
His ice-cold eyes were broken in the dark
His silky suit had got manky, his knife stuck in his chest –
Oh, Jack the Knife went to his final rest.
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