Mr. Big Stuff

(Oh yeah)(Ooh)Mr. Big StuffWho do you think you are?Mr. Big StuffYou're never gonna get my loveNow, 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 aboveMr. Big StuffWho do you think you are?Mr. Big StuffYou're never gonna get my loveNow, I know all the girls I've seen you withI know you broke their hearts one after another now, bit by bitYou made 'em cry, many poor girls cryWhen they tried to keep you happy, they just tried to keep you satisfiedMr. Big Stuff, tell me, tell meWho do you think you are?Mr. Big StuffYou're never gonna get my loveBREAKI'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 learnedMr. Big Stuff, tell meWho do you think you are?Mr. Big StuffYou're never gonna get my loveMr. Big StuffYou're never gonna break my heartMr. Big StuffYou're never gonna make me cry(repeat and fade out)