Mr. Big Stuff

Oh yeah, oh

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 tried to keep you happy, they just tried 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 less, 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

You're never gonna get my love

Mr. Big Stuff

You're never gonna break my heart

Mr. Big Stuff

You're never gonna