Sister big stuff You're never gonna get my love You're never gonna make me cry Who do you think you are? Not because yo' wear All those fancy clothes Drive around a big fine car Oh yes, you do now Do you think I can't afford

This is the good life Take a good look, have anything you want Dining with your friends at the fancy restaurant Living the good life Whoa, whoa, whoa We have such a good time, I know I'll tell you what we're gonna do, what you need to know What you gotta

(Oh! Ay ay ay) You're gonna be, a shinin' star In fancy clothes, and fancy car-ars And then you'll see, you're gonna go far 'Cause everyone knows, just who ya are-are So live your life (Hey! Ay ay ay) You steady chasin' that paper, just live your life

Don't go city on me Please girl keep it country Life so different since you cross those tracks Come on keep it country With your fancy bling and your miss me jeans The girl I knew wouldn't need those things Bring that pretty little accent back Don't go

You in your fancy Material world Don't see the links of chain Binding blood Our own ancestors Are hungry ghosts Closets so full of bones They won't close Call it upward mobility

Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down I remember it all very well lookin' back It was the summer I turned eighteen We lived in a one room, rundown shack On the outskirts of New Orleans We didn't have money for food or rent To say the least we

Alright alright Financially, I'm a pauper, But when it comes to lovin I'm alright. I'm not in a position to maintain you, The way that you're accustomed to, Can't take you out to fancy places, Like other fellows that I know can do, I'm only able to

I know about popular You're only ever who you were It's not about who you are or your fancy car So catch up, 'cause you got an awful long way to go My problem, I never was a model, I never was a scholar, You were singing, all the songs I don't know

I was walking round in Paris Near the (inaudible) Zanzibar Said the woman at the front door "Do you know the place you are? This place is from the fancy I don't think you fit the scene You're just an American Black boy I'm a French African Queen" And she

Alright alright Financially, I'm a pauper, But when it comes to lovin I'm alright. I'm not in a position to maintain you, The way that you're accustomed to, Can't take you out to fancy places, Like other fellows that I know can do, I'm only able to