My Friend Fats کے بول

My friend fats, he's a hell of a guy Let me tell you why He's the epitome of neighbourly My friend fats, he's a hell of a guy Let me tell y'all why He drips personality My friend fats, he's a heck of a joe You should watch him go, Bopping in the band shine With a bota bag of fried wine My friend fats, he's a hell of a guy Let me tell you why He's lowbrow nobility My friend fats, he's a jovial sort When he's holding court The anecdotes go round and the lager goes down My friend fats, he's a hell of a guy And just as long as he's high He has no anxiety about his chemical dependencies Fats has no concerns about the candle that burns Both ends simultaneous, both ends simultaneous My friend Fats, he's a hell of a guy Let me tell y'all why He's not much for punctuality, But heck on debauchery Fats, he's a hell of a man Can't y'all understand Him taunting his mortality He's unnerved by sobriety