"Mack the Knife," as sung by Bobby Darin
I've talked about this song before (when I was celebrating the singer), but for some reason, earlier today something reminded me of this singer. Bobby Darin delivers such a crackerjack performance on this number you can almost forgive him for "If I Were a Carpenter" (I know he didn't write it, but still). When I was a little kid, "Mack the Knife" was a hit on the radio and was so different from all the Elvis (he was hardly any good by then) and Ricky Nelson and Fabian and Pat Boone (Pat Goddamned Boone!) that came through the tiny tin speaker of my pocket transistor radio. It was even one of the handful of 45s I owned. And my parents liked it, too, because it was a throwback to when they had time for dancing and singing themselves.
The players start out a little stiffly, but that changes after just a few measures, and if you're at all like me, you will be singing and dancing (or at least moving joyfully) before you're halfway in. If you feel up to it, try belting out the last iteration of ". . . back in town" along with Mr. Darin. You won't make it, but you'll be in a good mood for at least half an hour. I'll take that any day. And it's all about a serial killer who preyed on the anonymous poor.
Songs, huh? They're ruthless.