Fatty O'rourke
They called him Fatty, Fatty, Fatty O'Rourke.
They called him Fatty, Fatty.
"Well, they used to call me Fatty, 'cause I was rather stout.
And, if any man would make a crack,
well I'd punch 'em in the mouth.
They called me Fatty, Fatty O'Rourke.
They called me Fatty, Fatty, I hated it!"
"Well I seen him eat eighteen Chickens.
I seen him eat fourteen Steaks; and after he finished all
of that, seen him eat half a dozen Chocolate Cakes.
We called him Fatty, Fatty O'Rourke.
We called him Fatty, Fatty."
"Well he ate two dozen French Rolls,
and eight Spaghetti plates,
a gallon of Spumoni, and a three foot Pepperoni.
We called him Fatty, Fatty, Fatty O'Rourke.
We called him Fatty, Fatty, Fatty O'Rourke."
Well, one day...
Everyone knew it had to happen.
Well Fatty ate himself very sick one day.
Very, very sick indeed.
And he never got well.
They called him Fatty, Fatty, Fatty O'Rourke.
They called him Fatty, Fatty, Fatty O'Rourke.
Well they buried him in a Piano Case.
It took eight men to lift poor Fatty's face.
And it took another twelve, to lift the rest of his limbs.
And although before he died,
they said he was "looking rather slim."
They called him Fatty, Fatty O'Rourke.
They called him Fatty, Fatty, Fatty O'Rourke.
They called him Fatty, Fatty.
"Well, they used to call me Fatty, 'cause I was rather stout.
And, if any man would make a crack,
well I'd punch 'em in the mouth.
They called me Fatty, Fatty O'Rourke.
They called me Fatty, Fatty, I hated it!"
"Well I seen him eat eighteen Chickens.
I seen him eat fourteen Steaks; and after he finished all
of that, seen him eat half a dozen Chocolate Cakes.
We called him Fatty, Fatty O'Rourke.
We called him Fatty, Fatty."
"Well he ate two dozen French Rolls,
and eight Spaghetti plates,
a gallon of Spumoni, and a three foot Pepperoni.
We called him Fatty, Fatty, Fatty O'Rourke.
We called him Fatty, Fatty, Fatty O'Rourke."
Well, one day...
Everyone knew it had to happen.
Well Fatty ate himself very sick one day.
Very, very sick indeed.
And he never got well.
They called him Fatty, Fatty, Fatty O'Rourke.
They called him Fatty, Fatty, Fatty O'Rourke.
Well they buried him in a Piano Case.
It took eight men to lift poor Fatty's face.
And it took another twelve, to lift the rest of his limbs.
And although before he died,
they said he was "looking rather slim."
They called him Fatty, Fatty O'Rourke.
They called him Fatty, Fatty, Fatty O'Rourke.
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Writer(s): Ronald Kaplan
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