〈Verse 1〉
Big shot, so debonair
Leg half-crossed in the lobby chair
All dressed up for his first affair
Big shot, rented car
Two whole drinks from the mini-bar
The sax is just material for the memoir
〈Pre-Chorus〉
He’s still gonna be famous
Only twenty years since he graduated
〈Chorus〉
Ooh, anything to feel like a big shot
Like a big shot
Ooh, anything to wear the crown
Ooh, anything to feel like a big shot
Like a big shot
Ooh, like the world ain’t grinding you down
〈Verse 2〉
Big shot, he’s no jerk
But his wife’s so mean and he’s stuff at work
So he makes a scene and yells at the clerk
Big shot, so unfair
Don’t they know hе’s s’posed to be a millionaire
Bills on thе counter, plugs in his hair
〈Pre-Chorus〉
So he waits in a lobby
At least she acts like he’s somebody
〈Chorus〉
Ooh, anything to feel like a big shot
Like a big shot
Ooh, anything to wear the crown
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Ooh, like the world wants you around
〈Bridge〉
Play him the world’s smallest fill
He ain’t even up a mill
No one told him life would be so hard
Now he’s not anointed
So he gets disappointed
Thinks there’s been a filing error with God
〈Instrumental〉
〈Verse 3〉
Looks like you can’t be bought
Somewhere in the middle, he lost the plot
He’s gotten big but he missed his shot
Oh, big shot, a foot in the grave
Six feet down and a couple bouquets
At that funeral, no one will say
He was a big shot
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Philip Labes Lyrics – Big Shot