| Fatman, fatman, fatman, fatman
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| On Second Avenue, night life is second nature
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| Black jazz in numbers land
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| Affairs are all night long
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| The girl’s best friend is a fatman
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| He gives her pearls and diamonds
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| Sometimes she looks so blown away
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| She hangs her head against the window
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| Toasting brandies to her shadow
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| Champagne from Paris, France
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| Cigars, the best Havana
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| The boys don’t like the way you do things
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| They might not understand
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| I don’t want to hear about it
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| I don’t want to talk about it
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| I don’t want to read about the details in the paper
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| St. Valentine’s Day blows away
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| Leaves a fatman by the window
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| Looking straight along the barrel
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| Fatman, fatman, give me the gun
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| Fatman, you’re not fooling anybody
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| Fatman, fatman, give me the gun
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| Don’t be like that baby
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| You’re just no fun
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| Fatman, fatman, give me the gun
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| Fatman, you’re not fooling anybody
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| Fatman, fatman, give me the gun
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| Don’t be like that baby
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| You’re just no fun
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| Pink champagne from Paris, France
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| Cigars, the best Havana
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| On Second Avenue, affairs are all night long
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| I don’t want to hear about it
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| I don’t want to talk about it
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| I don’t want to read about the details in the paper
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| St. Valentine’s Day blows away
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| Leaves the fatman by the window
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| Looking straight along the barrel
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| Fatman, fatman, fatman, fatman
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| You’re not fooling anybody
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| Fatman, fatman, fatman, fatman
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| You’re not fooling anybody
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| Fatman, fatman, give me the gun
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| Don’t be like that baby
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| You’re just no fun
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| Fatman, fatman, fatman, fatman
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| You’re not fooling anybody
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| Fatman, fatman, give me the gun
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| Don’t be like that baby
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| You’re just no fun |