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