Big Shot

Well, you went uptown ridin' in your limousine

With your fine Park Avenue clothes

You had the Dom Perignon in your hand

And the spoon up your nose

Ooh, and when you wake up in the mornin'

With your head on fire

And your eyes too bloody to see

Go on and cry in your coffee

But don't come bitchin' to me

Because you had to be a big shot, didn't cha

You had to open up your mouth

You had to be a big shot, didn't cha

All your friends were so knocked out

You had to have the last word, last night

You know what everything's about

You had to have a white hot spotlight

You had to be a big shot last night

And they were all impressed with your Halston dress

And the people that you knew at Elaine's

And the story of your latest success

You kept 'em so entertained

But now you just don't remember

All the things you said

And you're not sure that you want to know

I'll give you one hint, honey

You sure did put on a show

Yes, yes, you had to be a big shot, didn't cha

You had to prove it to the crowd

You had to be a big shot, didn't cha

All your friends were so knocked out

You had to have the last word, last night

You're so much fun to be around

You had to have the front page, bold type

You had to be a big shot last night, Oh oh

Oh Oh whoa whoa oh, Oh Oh whoa who-oo-oo-oo-ah,

Oh Oh Oh whoa whoa oh, Oh Oh whoa.

Well, it's no big sin to stick your two cents in

If you know when to leave it alone

But you went over the line

You couldn't see it was time to go home

No, no, no, no, no, no

You had to be a big shot, didn't cha

You had to open up your mouth

You had to be a big shot, didn't cha

All your friends were so knocked out

You had to have the last word, last night

So much fun to be around

(LIVE VERSION ON 3RD CHORUS ONLY: "You know what

everything's about")

You had to have the white hot spotlight

You had to be a big shot last night, Oh oh

Oh Oh whoa whoa oh, Oh Oh whoa.

Big shot … Big shot … Big shot … Mmmm … Big shot … Whoa

whoa!

Big shot …