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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Joe Broussard, Ralph Williams, Carrol Washington
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