Текст песни 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