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Check out Fats, he's a real cool catHe's got a black and white tux with lots of classHe 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 FatsWell, check out Fats, he's a real cool catHe's got bright white spats and a sharp dark trilby hatHe's got a chick that's slick, and I like her looksAnd I like the way her lipstick, it matches the carnation on his tuxI love his jazz, I love his style; it makes me feel so niceOh Fats, won't you play for ma a while? That's fatsOh well, Sigmund Freud, he gets very annoyedHe was checking out Fats, and Waller just don't like that catHe 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 niceOh Fats, won't you play for me a while? Now, that's FatsHe's such a real cool cat, that's Fats; nobody plays that jazz, not like Fats From Letras Mania