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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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