Mr. Big Stuff, who do you think you are? Mr. Big Stuff, you're never gonna get my love Do you think I can afford to give you my love? When 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 know you broke their hearts one after another now, bit by bit You made them cry, and the poor girls cried When they tried to keep you happy, they just tried to keep you satisfied Mr. Big Stuff, who do you think you are? Mr. Big Stuff, you're never gonna get my love You know I'd rather give my love to a poor guy who has 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 this is a lesson, Mr. Big Stuff, that you haven't learned 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 Mr. Big Stuff, you're never gonna break my heart 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 Mr. Big Stuff, you're never gonna break my heart Mr. Big Stuff!