FAT FAT FATIMA

FAT FAT FATIMA
FAT FAT FATIMA
Song
Sigmund Romberg
Ballard MacDonald
M. Witmark & Sons
H E

In my harem avoirdupois,
In my harem, furnishes joy,
A lady cannot qualify unless she is fat,
Her market rate depends on weight, and speaking of that:

CHORUS:
See my fat, fat, fat, fat Fatima,
she’s my favorite wife, my favorite wife,
You ought to see my fat fat fat fat Fatima,
She’s the joy of my life, the joy of my life,
The ladies never come too fat for me,
She weighs two hundred, or maybe it’s three
That is just a guess, maybe more or less,
Twenty, thirty, forty, fifty,
My Fatima’s fat and nifty,
Oh my fat fat fat fat Fatima,
She’s a wonderful gal, More like a pal,
And when I think about Fatima,
My head’s in a whirl, About my girl,
The only time we ever row or ever have a scrap,
Is when my fat Fatima tries to sit upon my lap,
She’s just a bit too fat for that love-making business,
Fat Fatima, my beautiful pearl.

FAT FAT FATIMA