Fats

[Verse 1] Check out Fats He's a real cool cat He's got a black and white tux With lots of class [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] Well, check out Fats He's a real cool cat He's got bright white spats And a sharp dark trilby hat [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] I love his jazz I love his style Makes me feel so nice Oh, Fats, won't you play with me a while? That's Fats [Piano Solo] [Verse 4] Oh well, Sigmund Freud He gets very annoyed He was checkin' out Fats And Waller just didn't like that cat He said, "I don't like his looks I don't like his fashion" [Chorus] I love his jazz I love his style Makes me feel so nice Oh, Fats, won't you play for me a while? Not that, Fats [Outro] He's such a real cool cat That's Fats Nobody plays that jazz Not like Fats He's a real cool cat That's Fats He's a real cool cat That's Fats He's a real cool cat That's Fats