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