Mr. Big Stuff

(Oh yeah, ooh)
 Who do you think you are
 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
 Who do you think you are
 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
 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
 You're never gonna get my love
 You're never gonna break my heart
 You're never gonna make me cry
 Mr. Big Stuff, tell me
 Just who do you think you are
 You're never gonna get my love