Mr. Big Stuff

Lyrics

[Chorus: Britta Phillips] Mr. Big Stuff, who do you think you are? Mr. Big Stuff, you're never gonna get my love [Verse 1: Britta Phillips] Now because you wear all those fancy clothes And drive a big fine car, woah, yes you do now Do you think I can afford to give you my love? You think you're higher than every star above [Chorus: Britta Phillips] Mr. Big Stuff, who do you think you are? Mr. Big Stuff, you're never gonna get my love [Verse 2: Britta Phillips] Now I know all the girls that I've seen you with (Woah, yeah) I know you broke their hearts one after another, bit by bit You made 'em cry, many poor girls cried (Woah, yeah) When they tried to keep you happy They just tried to keep you satisfied [Chorus: Britta Phillips] Mr. Big Stuff, who do you think you are? Mr. Big Stuff, you're never gonna get my love [Verse 3: Britta Phillips] I'd rather give my love to a poor boy that's got a love that's true Than to be fooled around and get hurt by you 'Cause when I give my love, I want love in return Now I know that's a lesson, Mr. Big Stuff, that you haven't learned [Chorus: Britta Phillips] Mr. Big Stuff, I said, 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 see me cry Mr. Big Stuff, who do you think you are? Mr. Big Stuff, you're never gonna get my love Mr. Big Stuff, you're never gonna make me cry