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Lyrics for 'Fats' by '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 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
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