Fats

Check out Fats, he's a real cool cat He's got a black and white tux with lots of cla*s 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 a 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, makes me feel so nice Oh Fats, won't you play for me a while? That's Fats Oh well, Sigmund Freud, he gets very annoyed He was checking out Fats and Waller just didn'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, 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 He's a real cool cat, that's Fats He's a real cool cat, that's Fats He's a real cool cat, that's Fats