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