Fats (Thin Lizzy)

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 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; 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? Now, that's Fats He's such a real cool cat, that's Fats; nobody plays that jazz, not like Fats