Yes, I've seen you go to work in your big carnYes, your fat and can afford to be tastelessnYou're a big shot.nYou want the whole lotnAnd if I like it or notnYou still control me,nYou tell me what to think and what to be.nnI like it best in the freezing winter, boynI like to sneer as I sail past your bus stopnI watch you struggle and it gets me red hot,nI wander round in my empty office blocknBig shot.nI want the whole lotnAnd if you like it or notnI still control you,nI tell you what to think and what to do.nnSo you listen to smoking industry,nYou listen to the guys in the factories,nYou listen to the wealth and the misery,nYou listen to the power of money.nFor a big shotnWho wants a whole lotnAnd if you like it or notnHe'll probably get it,nHe'll tell you when to beg and when to sit.nnYou look like a government ministernOr a high ranking military officer,nI don't think you carenYou're just a big shot, yeah.nnYes, I've seen you go to work in your big carnYes, your fat and can afford to be tastelessnYou're a big shotnWho wants a whole lotnAnd if I like it or not,nYou still control menYou tell me what to think and what to be.