Mr. Big Stuff, youre gonna hate me
Mr. Big Shot, youre gonna suffer
Mr. Big Stuff, youre gonna learn your place
I used to think quite a lot of you
Wished I could do all the things you do
But honey, Ive seen the light
Youve never been on a movie screen
Hollywood you have never seen
But you think youre too good for me
Hey Hey Hey
Who the hell you think you are
No no, youre not a superstar
Hey Hey Hey
This time you really went too far
No no, youre not a superstar
You walk around like youre Brad Pitt
Dont even know that youre full of shit
There are no billboards of you
So tonight, honey, say your prayers
Youre gonna hate me but I dont care
cause now its your turn to cry
Late at night when you close your eyes
Youll see me
who do you think you are
Youre not a superstar, no
Mr. Big Stuff, youre gonna hate me
Mr. Big Shot, youre gonna suffer
Mr. Big Stuff, youre gonna learn your place