Lyrics:

Yes, I've seen you go to work in your big car
Yes, you're fat and can afford to be tasteless
You're a big shot, you want the whole lot
And if I like it or not, you still control me
You tell me what to think and what to be
I like it best in the freezing winter, boy
I like to sneer as I sail past your bus stop
I watch you struggle and it gets me red hot
I wander round in my empty office block
Big shot, I want the whole lot
And if you like it or not, I still control you
I tell you what to think and what to do
So you listen to the smoking industry
You listen to the guys in the factories
You listen to the wealth and the misery
You listen to the power of money
For a big shot who wants a whole lot
And if you like it or not, he'll probably get it
He'll tell you when to beg and when to sit
You look like a government minister
Or a high ranking military officer
I don't think you care, you're just a big shot, yeah
Yes, I've seen you go to work in your big car
Yes, you're fat and can afford to be tasteless
You're a big shot, who wants a whole lot
And if I like it or not, you still control me
You tell me what to think and what to be