Dude gonna show you bro.
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 (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 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 'em cry, many poor girls cry When they try to keep you happy, they just try to keep you satisfied
Mr. Big Stuff, tell me tell me Who do you think you are Mr. Big Stuff