Fat man, fat man
Fat man, fat man
Fat man, fat man

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 fat man
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
Fat man, fat man, give me the gun
Fat man, (fat man) you're not fooling anybody (anybody)
Fat man, fat man, give me the gun

Fat man, fat man, give me the gun
Fat man, (fat man) you're not fooling anybody (anybody)
Fat man, fat man, give me the gun
Don't be like that baby
You're just no fun

Thick 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 a fatman by the window
Looking straight along the barrel

Fatman, fatman

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

Fat man, fat man