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My Friend Fats he’s a hell of a guy

Let me tell you why

He’s the epitome of neighborly

My friend Fats he’s a hell of a guy

Let me tell you all why

He drips personality

My friend Fats he’s a heck of a Joe

You should watch him go

Bopping in the bad shine

With a bota bag of fried wine

My friend Fats he’s a hell of a guy

Let me tell you why

He’s lowbrow nobility

My friend Fats he’s a jovial sort

When he’s holding court

The anecdotes go round

And the lager goes down

My friend Fats he’s a hell of a guy

Let me tell you all why

He’s not much for punctuality

But heck on debauchery

Fats he’s a hell of a man

Can’t you all understand

Him taunting his mortality

He’s unnerved by sobriety