paroles de chanson 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 a car
Two whole drinks from the minibar
The sex is just material for the memoir

He's still gonna be famous
Only 20 years since he graduated

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

Big shot, he's no jerk
But his wife's so mean and he's stuffed 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

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 wants you around

Play him the worlds smallest fiddle
He ain't even upper-middle
No one told him life would be so hard
Now he's not anointed
So he gets disappointed
Thinks there's been filing error with God

Looks like he can't be bought
Somewhere in the middle he lost the plot
He's gotten big but he's missed his shot

Ohh, 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"