Fatman - Icehouse

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, you’re not fooling 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, you’re not fooling anybody

Fatman, fatman, give me the gun

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

You’re not fooling anybody

Fatman, fatman, fatman, fatman

You’re not fooling 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

Fatman, fatman, give me the gun

Don’t be like that baby

You’re just no fun