Lyric 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