Mr.big Lyrics - Hugh Cornwell

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