| Check out Fats
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| He’s a real cool cat
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| He’s got a black and white tux
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| With lots of class
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| He says, «I love that jazz, I love that razzmatazz
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| I love to swing»
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| «I just go crazy when you give me room
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| To do my thing»
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| That’s Fats
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| Well, check out Fats
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| He’s a real cool cat
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| He’s got bright white spats
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| And sharp dark trilby hat
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| He’s got a chick that’s slick
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| And I like her looks
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| And I like the way her lipstick
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| It matches the carnation on his tux
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| I love his jazz, I love his style
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| It makes me feel so nice
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| Oh Fats, won’t you play with me a while?
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| That’s Fats
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| Oh well, Sigmund Freud
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| He gets very annoyed
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| He was checking out Fats
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| And Waller just didn’t like that cat
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| He said, «I don’t like his looks
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| I don’t like his fashion»
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| I love his jazz, I love his style
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| It makes me feel so nice
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| Oh Fats, won’t you play for me a while?
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| Not that Fats
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| He’s such a real cool cat
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| That’s Fats
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| Nobody plays that jazz
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| Not like Fats
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| He’s such a real cool cat
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| That’s Fats
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| He’s such a real cool cat
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| That’s Fats
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| He’s such a real cool cat
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| That’s Fats |