Mr Big Stuff - John Holt

Sister big stuff

Who do you think you are?

Sister big stuff

You’re never gonna get my love

Not because yo' wear

All those fancy clothes

Drive around 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

Sister big stuff

Tell me, who do you think you are?

Sister big stuff

Oh yer, you’re never gonna get my love

Now I know all about the boys

I’ve seen you with

I know you broke their hearts

And eat them up bit by bit

You made them cry, many poor boys cry

When they trying to keep you happy

They just trying to keep you satisfied

Sister big stuff

(Tell me, tell me)

Who do you think you are?

Sister big stuff

You’re never gonna get my love

I’d rather give my love

To a plain Jayne

That has a love that is true

Than to be get hurt by you

'Cause when I give my love

I want love in return

Now I know this is a lesson

Sister big stuff, you haven’t learned

Sister big stuff

Oh yeah, who do you think you are?

Sister big stuff

You’re never gonna get my love

Sister big stuff

You’re never gonna break my heart

Sister big stuff

You’re never gonna make me cry

You’re never gonna make me cry

You’re never gonna make me cry