Oh yeah, who?

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

And have a big fine car

oh yes you do now

Do you think I can't afford

to give you my love

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 knew you broke their hearts

one after another now, bit by bit

You made 'em cry

many poor girls cry

When they tried

to keep you happy

They just tried

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

Than to get fooled around

and get hurt by you

'Cos when I give my love

I want love in return

Now I know this is a lesson

Mr. Big Stuff

you haven't learnt

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...