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Mr. Big Shot
Yellowman
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Lord, give me weh me want, make me gwaan
Yes dread, give me weh me want
Give me weh me want, make me gwaan
Lord
Mr. Big Shot
But who do you think you are, Mr. Big Shot?
You never gonna get me work
'Cause me say, ribbit me hand, no bother ribbit me foot
Lord, ribbit me hand, no bother ribbit me foot
No jump inna me eye, outta it me haffi look
Me gone by the seaside, me line up me hook
You see me inna the kitchen, man a cook me the cook
Then me gone inna the library, me read me storybook
Mr. Big Shot
Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Shot?
You never gonna get me work, Mr. Big Shot
Lord have mercy, 'cause you say
Ribbit me foot, no bother ribbit me hand
Lord, ribbit me foot, no bother ribbit me hand
'Cause outta airport is where the Queen land
She come off of the plane, shake everybody hand
The first hand she shake is Yellowman hand
That fi show you say me well in Portant
Mr. Big Shot
Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Shot?
You never gonna get me work, Mr. Big Shot
I say, who do you think you are?
'Cause you fi ribbit me hand, no bother ribbit me foot
Lord, ribbit me hand, no bother ribbit me foot
You see me inna the library, me a read a storybook
You see me inna the kitchen, man a cook me the cook
You see me by the seaside and me line up me hook
Is I Yellowman, no bother check me fi no cook
Mr. Big Shot
Me say, who do you think you are, Mr. Big Shot?
You never gonna get me work, Mr. Big Shot
And me say, who do you think you are?
'Cause man me enter in the palace weh they call Buckingham
The Queen of England start throw question
She say, "Seven three," me say, "Twenty-one"
She say, "Seven four," I say, "A small woodland"
She look pon Yellow and she shake off me hand
She say, "Yellowman, you is a champion
Man, you throw certain lyrics and boy have them wrong"
Mr. Big Shot
Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Shot?
You never gonna get me work, Mr. Big Shot
'Cause me say, who do you think you are, hear me?
'Cause you fi help the deaf, the dumb and the poor
'Cause Yellowman a gwan give you some more
A fake me sister have make she don't turn a whore
But you steal the gun, man waan fi kick down me door
Mr. Big Shot
'Cause me say, who do you think you are, Mr. Big Shot?
You never gonna get me work, Mr. Big Shot
Say, who do you think you are, Mr. Big Shot?
Hear me now dread
'Cause man the rich dem deh a top a drink champagne
The poor man inna plantation cutting sugarcane
Say why all the poor man waan fi feel all the strain?
What a shame, ooh what a shame
So Mr. Big Shot
'Cause me say, who do you think you are, Mr. Big Shot?
Lord, you drive inna big pretty car, Mr. Big Shot
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