Fats lyrics

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 razzmatazz 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 with 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 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 He's such a real cool cat That's Fats He's such a real cool cat That's Fats He's such a real cool cat That's Fats