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Mr. Big Stuff 
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff 
You're never gonna get my love

Now I know all the girls I've seen you with
I
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Mr. Big Stuff 
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff 
You're never gonna get my love

Now I know all the girls I've seen you with
I
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff
You're never gonna get my love

Now I know all the girls I've seen you with
I know you broke their
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Mr. Big Stuff 
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff 
You're never gonna get my love

Now I know all the girls I've seen you with
I
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Mr. Big Stuff 
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff 
You're never gonna get my love

Now I know all the girls I've seen you with
I
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Mr. Big Stuff 
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff 
You're never gonna get my love

Now I know all the girls I've seen you with
I
Honey, the snow outside is softly fallin'
The kids are all tucked in and fast asleep
We got a cozy den with a big old fireplace burnin'
Don't you
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Mr. Big Stuff 
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff 
You're never gonna get my love

Now I know all the girls I've seen you with
I
. Big Stuff, you're never gonna get my love

Now I know all the girls I've seen you with
I know you broke their hearts
And went after another bit by
and make somebody's day
'Cause someone took the time with him

He believes it's the little things
That make a great big change

Hey Mr. Lovewell
Doing
Here, have a dollar
In fact, no brotherman here, have two
Two dollars means a snack for me
But it means a big deal to you
Be strong, serve God
standing by.
How does that make you feel?)
Help me.
Mr. Popeil!

I wanna shine some pennies!
I wanna mend some leather!
I wanna Krazy-glue my head
hey, hey Mr. President
You're such a gentlemen
It's such an honor to meet ya
Hey, hey Mr. President
I'll be ya Marilyn
And baby I'll never leave ya
would have no song
Hey, Mr. Melody, you got me hummin' to your crazy beat
The more I hear it the more I like it
You really made a hit with me
Mr
Here, have a dollar
In fact, no brotherman here, have two
Two dollars means a snack for me
But it means a big deal to you
Be strong, serve God
would have no song
Hey, Mr. Melody, you got me hummin' to your crazy beat
The more I hear it the more I like it
You really made a hit with me
Mr
you, Mrs. Santa Claus
An' I'll be home before it's Christmas day"

Now all the elves that make the toys for Santa Claus
Spend their one night off
(Who-oo-oo-oo is Mr Brown?)
Mr. Brown is a clown who rides through town in a coffin
(Where he be found?)
In the coffin where there is three crows
his pants are falling down
He looks so fine
In those patent leather shoes
Mr. Jones, you look tired
I believe you'll be alright
Sales men
(Who-oo-oo-oo is Mr Brown?)
Mr Brown is a clown who rides through town in a coffin
(Where he be found?)
In the coffin where there is
Three crows
wrong
Mr Moon and me and baby makes three we're just like one big family
Everything is right when you're shining bright Mr Moonlight
When the storm
fantasie, but
Deep down inside we know that we can never be
Any more than what we are, a phone call in the car
Bite to eat, with a movie and a drink
Honey, the snow outside is softly fallin'
The kids are all tucked in and fast asleep
We got a cozy den with a big old fireplace burnin'
Don't you
He is the hippest cat

No, no, he can't be beat
Wherever he goes he turns up the heat
So when you see him drive by with that big cheroot
Don't forget
Can't you see I'm Mr Mercury
Oh, spread your wings and fly away with me

Your big daddy's got no place to stay
Bad communication
I feel like