I was playing organ at a silent movie house at Harlem and they'd be showing some death scene on the screen. Likely… — Fats Waller Copy Share Image
You could be my son. You even look like me a little bit... Say, who's your mother? — Fats Waller Copy Share Image
Grab your pig's feet, bread, and gin, there's plenty in the kitchen. I wonder what the poor people are eating tonight? — Fats Waller Copy Share Image
No one to talk with, all by myself. No one to walk with, but I'm happy on the shelf. — Fats Waller Copy Share Image
I know for certain the one you love. I'm through with flirtin', it's just you I'm thinkin' of — Fats Waller Copy Share Image
I love you, yes I do, I love you. If you break my heart I'll die. So be sure it's true when you say… — Fats Waller Copy Share Image
Dream awhile, scheme awhile, we're sure to find, happiness, and I guess, all those things you've always pined for. — Fats Waller Copy Share Image
A little bit independent in your walk. A little bit independent in your talk. There's nothing like you in Paris or New York. You're… — Fats Waller Copy Share Image
Don't get indegestion. Take it easy. Go stick your chest out and rest out. — Fats Waller Copy Share Image
Till that lucky day, you know darned well, baby, I can't give you anything but love. — Fats Waller Copy Share Image
If you've got to take it. Take it easy. Never hurry to a date. Eat your supper; let 'em wait. — Fats Waller Copy Share Image
