PRIMUS - My Friend Fats lyrics

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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,

boppin' into bad shine,

with a boat a bag of fried wine.

My friend Fats,

he's a hell of a guy,

let me tell you why,

he's low brow nobility.

My friend Fats,

he's a jovial sort,

when he's holdin' court,

the anecdotes go round,

and the lager goes down.

Ah, Fats.

My friend Fats,

he's a hell of a guy,

and just as long as he's high,

he has no anxiety,

about his chemical dependencies.

Fats has no concerns,

about the candle that burns,

both ends simultaneous,

both ends simultaneous.

Ah, Fats.

Now my friend Fats,

he's a hell of a guy,

let me tell you all why,

not much for punctuality,

but heck on debauchery.

Fats,

he's a hell of a man,

and can't you all understand,

him taunting his mortality,

he's unnerved by sobriety.

Ah, Fats.<br />

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Thanks to Nicole