Fatman Lyrics - 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.