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