Lyrics Big Shot - Philip Labes
Big
shot,
so
debonair
Legs
half
crossed
in
the
lobby
chair
All
dressed
up
for
his
first
affair
Big
shot,
rented
car
Two
whole
drinks
from
the
minibar
The
sex
is
just
material
for
the
memoir
He's
still
gonna
be
famous
Only
twenty
years
since
he
graduated
Oooo
anything
to
feel
like
a
big
shot,
like
a
big
shot
Ooo
anything
to
wear
the
crown
Ooo
anything
to
feel
like
a
big
shot,
like
a
big
shot
Ooo
like
the
world
ain't
grinding
you
down
Big
shot,
he's
no
jerk
But
his
wife's
so
mean
and
it's
tough
at
work
So
he
makes
a
scene
and
yells
at
the
clerk
Big
shot,
so
unfair
Don't
they
know
he's
supposed
to
be
a
millionaire?
Bills
on
the
counter
plugs
in
his
hair
So
he
waits
in
the
lobby
At
least
she
acts
like
he's
somebody
Oooo
anything
to
feel
like
a
big
shot,
like
a
big
shot
Ooo
anything
to
wear
the
crown
Ooo
anything
to
feel
like
a
big
shot,
like
a
big
shot
Ooo
like,
the
world
wants
you
around
Play
him
the
world's
smallest
fiddle,
he
ain't
even
upper
middle
No
one
told
him
life
would
be
so
hard
Now
he's
not
anointed,
so
he
get
disappointed
Thinks
there's
been
a
filing
error
with
God
Looks
like
it
can't
be
bought
Somewhere
in
the
middle
he
lost
the
plot
He's
gotten
big
but
he
missed
his
shot
Big
shot,
a
foot
in
the
grave
Six
feet
down
and
a
couple
bouquets
At
that
funeral
no
one'll
say
He
was
a
big
shot
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