Mr. Big Stuff

Oh yeah, huh

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Not 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't afford

To give you my love (oh yeah)

You think you're higher than every star above

Mr. Big Stuff, tell me

Just 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

And went after another bit by bit

You made them cry, many poor girls cry

When they were just trying to keep you happy

They just trying ta 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

Mr. Big Stuff, you're never gonna break my heart

Mr. Big Stuff, you're never gonna make me cry

I'd rather give my love

To a poor guy

That has a love that is true (oh yeah)

Then 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

Just who do you think you are

Mr. Big Stuff, but 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

Who do you think you are (oh yeah)

Mr. Big Stuff

You're never gonna get my love (oh yeah)

Mr. Big Stuff

You're never gonna break my heart (oh yeah)

Mr. Big Stuff, you're never gonna get my love

Mr. Big Stuff