Fatman

Fatman, fatman
Fatman, fatman
Fatman, fatman

On Second Avenue
Night-life is second nature
Black jazz in numbers land
Affairs are all night long
The girl's best friend is a fatman
He gives her pearls and diamonds
Sometimes she looks so blown away
She hangs her head against the window
Toasting brandies to her shadow

Champagne from Paris, France
Cigars, the best Havana
The boys don't like the way you do things
They might not understand

I don't want to hear about it
I don't want to talk about it
I don't want to read about the details in the paper
St. Valentine's Day blows away
Leaves a fatman by the window
Looking straight along the barrel

(Fatman, fatman) give me the gun
(Fatman, fatman) you're not fooling anybody, anybody
(Fatman, fatman) give me the gun
Don't be like that baby, you're just no fun

(Fatman, fatman) give me the gun
(Fatman, fatman) you're not fooling anybody, anybody
(Fatman, fatman) give me the gun
Oh, don't be like that baby, you're just no fun

Pink champagne from Paris, France
Cigars, the best Havana
On Second Avenue
Affairs are all night long

I don't want to hear about it
I don't want to talk about it
I don't want to read about the details in the paper
St. Valentine's Day blows away
Leaves the fatman by the window
Looking straight along the barrel

(Fatman, fatman)

(Fatman, fatman)
(Fatman, fatman) you're not fooling anybody

Fatman, fatman
(Fatman, fatman) you're not fooling anybody, anybody
(Fatman, fatman) give me the gun
Don't be like that baby, you're just no fun

(Fatman, fatman)
(Fatman, fatman) you're not fooling anybody, anybody
(Fatman, fatman) give me the gun
Don't be like that baby, you're just no fun

(Fatman, fatman)
(Fatman, fatman) you're not fooling anybody, anybody
(Fatman, fatman) give me the gun
Don't be like that baby, you're just no fun

Fatman, fatman



Credits
Writer(s): Ivor Davies
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