Oh yeah ooh
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 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
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 lesson 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 tell me
Just 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
