Fatman Testo

FATMAN (I. Davies)------------------Fatman, fatman, fatman, fatmanOn Second Avenue, night life is second natureBlack jazz in numbers landAffairs are all night longThe girl's best friend is a fatmanHe gives her pearls and diamondsSometimes she looks so blown awayShe hangs her head against the windowToasting brandies to her shadowChampagne from Paris, FranceCigars, the best HavanaThe boys don't like the way you do thingsThey might not understandI don't want to hear about itI don't want to talk about itI don't want to read about the details in the paperSt. Valentine's Day blows awayLeaves a fatman by the windowLooking straight along the barrelFatman, fatman, give me the gunFatman, you're not fooling anybodyFatman, fatman, give me the gunDon't be like that babyYou're just no funFatman, fatman, give me the gunFatman, you're not fooling anybodyFatman, fatman, give me the gunDon't be like that babyYou're just no funPink champagne from Paris, FranceCigars, the best HavanaOn Second Avenue, affairs are all night longI don't want to hear about itI don't want to talk about itI don't want to read about the details in the paperSt. Valentine's Day blows awayLeaves the fatman by the window,looking straight along the barrelFatman, fatman, fatman, fatmanYou're not fooling anybodyFatman, fatman, fatman, fatmanYou're not fooling anybodyFatma,n fatman, give me the gunDon't be like that baby,You're just no fun.Fatman, fatman, fatman, fatmanYou're not fooling anybodyFatman, fatman, give me the gunDon't be like that baby,You're just no fun.