Fats

Check out fats, he's a real cool cat

He's got a black and white tux with lots of class

He says, "i love that jazz.  i love that razz-ma-tazz.	i love to swing."

"i just go crazy when you give me room to do my thing."  that's fats



Well, check out fats, he's a real cool cat

He's got bright white spats and sharp dark trilby hat

He's got a chick that's slick and i like her looks

And i like the way her lipstick, it matches the carnation on his tux



I love his jazz, i love his style, it makes me feel so nice

Oh fats, won't you play for ma a while?  that's fats

Oh well, sigmund freud, he gets very annoyed

He was checking out fats and waller just don't like that cat



He said, "i don't like his looks, i don't like his fashion."

I love his jazz, i love his style, it makes me feel so nice

Oh fats, won't you play for me a while?  not that fats

He's such a real cool cat, that's fats.  nobody plays that jazz, not like fats




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