Yes, I've seen you go to work in your big car
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Yes, your fat and can afford to be tasteless
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You're a big shot.
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You want the whole lot
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And if I like it or not
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You still control me,
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You tell me what to think and what to be.
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I like it best in the freezing winter, boy
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I like to sneer as I sail past your bus stop
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I watch you struggle and it gets me red hot,
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I wander round in my empty office block
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Big shot.
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I want the whole lot
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And if you like it or not
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I still control you,
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I tell you what to think and what to do.
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So you listen to smoking industry,
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You listen to the guys in the factories,
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You listen to the wealth and the misery,
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You listen to the power of money.
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For a big shot
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Who wants a whole lot
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And if you like it or not
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He'll probably get it,
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He'll tell you when to beg and when to sit.
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You look like a government minister
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Or a high ranking military officer,
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I don't think you care
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You're just a big shot, yeah.
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Yes, I've seen you go to work in your big car
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Yes, your fat and can afford to be tasteless
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You're a big shot
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Who wants a whole lot
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And if I like it or not,
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You still control me
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You tell me what to think and what to be.
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Big shot
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The English Beat |