–  Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend  –
From Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (1949),
m Jule Styne, w Leo Robin

The French are glad to die for love
They delight in fighting duels
But I prefer a man who lives
And gives expensive jewels

A kiss on the hand may be quite continental
But diamonds are a girl's best friend.
A kiss may be grand but it won't pay the rental
On your humble flat ... or help you at the automat

Men grow cold as girls grow old
And we all lose our charms in the end.
But square-cut or pear-shaped
Those rocks don't lose their shape.
Diamonds are a girl's best friend.

There may come a time when a lass needs a lawyer
But diamonds are a girl's best friend.
There may come a time when a hard-boiled employer
Thinks you're awful nice
But get that ice or else no dice.

He's your guy when stocks are high
But beware when they start to descend.
It's then that those louses go back to their spouses.
Diamonds are a girl's best friend.

I've heard of affairs that are strictly platonic,
but diamonds are a girl's best friend.
And I think that affairs you must keep liaisonic
are better bets ... if little pets get big baguettes.

Time rolls on and youth is gone,
and you can't straighten up when you bend.
But stiff back or stiff knees you stand straight at Tiff'ny's
Diamonds!... Diamonds!... (I don't mean rhinestones)
but diamonds.... are a girl's best friend.
– Mack the Knife –
m Kurt Weill, w Bertholt Brecht, Marc Blitzstein
from The Threepenny Opera, 1928
(Ella's Live in Berlin version)

Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear
And he shows them, pearly white
Just a jack knife has Macheath, dear
And he keeps it out of sight

Oh, the shark bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves though, wears Macheath dear
So there's not, not a trace of red

On a Sunday, Sunday morning
Lies a body, oozin' life
Someone's sneaking 'round the corner
Tell me could it be, could it be, could it be
Mack the Knife?

Oh, what's the next chorus? To this song, now
This is the one, now I don't know
But it was a swinging tune And its a hit tune
So we tried to do Mack The Knife

Ah, Louis Miller ... Oh, something about cash
Yeah, Miller, he was spending that trash
And Macheath dear, he spends like a sailor
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Could that boy do, something rash

Oh Bobby Darin, and Louis Armstrong
They made a record, oh but they did
And now Ella, Ella, and her fellas
We're making a wreck, what a wreck
Of Mack The Knife

{Louis Armstrong imitation}
Oh Sookie Taudry, bah bah bah nop do bo de do
bah bah bah nop do bo de do
Just a jack knife has Macheath, dear
And do bo bo bah bah bah nop do bo de do 
{Mackie cont'd}
So, you've heard it; Yes, we've swung it
And we tried to, Yes, we sung it
You won't recognize it, It's a surprise hit
This tune, called Mack The Knife

And so we leave you, in Berlin town
Yes, we've swung old Mack
We've swung old Mack in town
For the Darin fans,
And for the Louis Armstrong fans, too
We told you look out, look out, look out
Old Macheath's back in town

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