Mr. big stuffjean knight(oh yeah, ooh)mr. big stuffwho do you think you aremr. big stuff you'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 nowdo you think i can afford to give you my love (oh yeah)you think you're higher than every star abovemr. big stuff who do you think you aremr. big stuff you'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 try to keep you happy, they just try to keep you satisfiedmr. big stuff, tell me tell mewho do you think you aremr. big stuff you're never gonna get my lovei'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 youcause 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 aremr. big stuff you're never gonna get my lovemr. big stuffyou're never gonna break my heartmr. big stuff you're never gonna make me crymr. big stuff, tell mejust who do you think you aremr. big stuff you're never gonna get my lovemr. big stufffrom: "dennis palaganas" <dpalaganas@erols.com>