(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 gils cry
When they try to keep you happy, they just try to keep you satisfied

M. Big Stuff, tell me tell me
Who od you think you are
Mr Big Stuff
You´re never gonna get my love

I´d rather give my love to a ppoor 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 loce, i want love in return (oh yeah)
Now I know it is a lesson M. Big Stuff you haven´t learned

Mr Big Stuff, tell me
Who do you think you are
M. Big Stuff
You´re never gonna get my love

M.BIg Stuff
You´re neveer gonna break my heart
Mr Big StuffYou´re never gonna make me cry

Mr Big Stuff, tell me
Just who do you tink you are
Mr Big Stuff
You´re never gonna get my love