My Friend Fats lyrics

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 y`all why.
He drips personality.
My friend Fats, he`s a heck of a joe.
You should watch him go,
bopping in the bad shine
with a bota bag of fried wine.
My friend Fats, he`s a hell of a guy.
Let me tell you why.
He`s lowbrow nobility.
My friend Fats, he`s a jovial sort.
When he`s holding court,
the anecdotes go round
and the lager goes down.
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 end simultaneous,
both end simultaneous.
My friend Fats, he`s a hell of a guy.
Let me tell y`all why.
He`s not much for punctuality,
but heck on debauchery.
Fats, he`s a hell of a man,
can`t y`all understand?
Him taunting his mortality,
he`s unnerved by sobriety.