Mr. Big

Walks in a bar in a nonchalant way We all want to hear what he's got to say You don't need an invite to be at the lig Hanging out and being cool with Mr.Big Reading your bible in bed at night That bed ain't made for a man of your height Samson's locks cut off after the gig Can you grow them back being Mr. Big? Is there water flowing under the bridge? Is that a storm brewing up on the ridge? Are the wheels still on the undercarriage? Got to have all the answers when you're Mr. Big Spoke out for the disenfranchised few Woke up later wearing someone else's shoes Pardon me don't think it's a dig But the colour don't suit you being Mr. Big You maybe next 'cos you're standing tall Your Aunt Sally's waiting down in the hall Little or large she don't give a fig There's always room for her around Mr. Big Is that a storm brewing up on the ridge? If that's a scratch then there must be an itch Do all your plans go by with out any hitch? Got to have all the answers when you're Mr. Big