| 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 |