Mr. Big Stuff

Oh, yeah Ooh

Mr. Big Stuff Who do you think you are Mr. Big Stuff You're never gonna get my love

Now because you wear all those fancy clothes (oh yeah) And have a big fine car, oh yes, you do now Do you think I can afford to give you my love (oh yeah) You think you're higher than every star above

Mr. Big Stuff Who do you think you are Mr. Big Stuff You're never gonna get my love

Now I know all the girls I've seen you with I know you broke their hearts one after another now, bit by bit You made 'em cry, many poor girls cry When they try to keep you happy, they just try to keep you satisfied

Mr. Big Stuff, tell me, tell me Who do you think you are Mr. Big Stuff You're never gonna get my love

I'd rather give my love to a poor guy that has a love that's true (oh yeah) Than to be fooled around and get hurt by you 'Cause when I give my love, I want love in return (oh yeah) Now I know this is a lesson Mr. Big Stuff you haven't learned

Mr. Big Stuff, tell me Who do you think you are Mr. Big Stuff You're never gonna get my love

Mr. Big Stuff You're never gonna break my heart Mr. Big Stuff You're never gonna make me cry

Mr. Big Stuff, tell me Just who do you think you are Mr. Big Stuff You're never gonna get my love

Mr. Big Stuff You're never gonna break my heart Mr. Big Stuff You're never gonna make me cry

Mr. Big Stuff, tell me, tell me Just who do you think you are Mr. Big Stuff You're never gonna get my love