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