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