| I remember when you started out,
|
| You were the best friend I ever knew.
|
| I tried to meet you when you had your success,
|
| But you had better things to do.
|
| Now I bet that you’re losin’count
|
| Of the people that you used.
|
| But now we’re gonna see the vicious side of you,
|
| Mister Big.
|
| You’ve got the say and the power.
|
| Your minions grovel and cower.
|
| But I see you, and I see me.
|
| But you’re the big man now.
|
| You got it, Mister Big.
|
| Your followers kiss your hand,
|
| And your slaves all at your feet.
|
| Your minions serve your beck and call,
|
| But they don’t compensate at all,
|
| 'Cause inside, Mister Big’s very small.
|
| When you were poor and knockin’at the door,
|
| You were really lots of fun.
|
| But now you’re hot and you’re sittin’on the top;
|
| You’ve got no time for anyone.
|
| You schemed and connived.
|
| You pushed and you lied,
|
| Till you at last became a star.
|
| But now we’re gonna see the way you really are,
|
| Mister Big.
|
| Now your vict’ry is complete
|
| And your battles are all won.
|
| Your enemies and foes are all stacked up in rows,
|
| Eliminated one by one.
|
| You got it, Mister Big. |