Jean Knight ~ Mr Big Stuff 1971 Soul Purrfection Version - YouTube

About the Song 

Jean Knight’s “Mr. Big Stuff” is more than just a song; it’s a rhythmic explosion that captured the hearts of millions. This infectious track, with its irresistible beat and Knight’s raw, powerful vocals, is a cornerstone of soul and R&B music.  

Hailing from the vibrant music scene of New Orleans, Jean Knight possessed a unique vocal style that was both soulful and assertive. Her voice, a potent blend of grit and grace, perfectly complemented the song’s energetic groove. When she belted out the iconic line, “Mr. Big Stuff, you better watch yourself,” she commanded attention with a raw authenticity that few could match.

Released in 1970, “Mr. Big Stuff” quickly climbed the charts, becoming a crossover hit that appealed to a wide audience. The song’s enduring popularity is a testament to its timeless appeal. Its infectious rhythm and empowering lyrics continue to resonate with listeners of all ages.

Beyond “Mr. Big Stuff,” Jean Knight was a talented singer with a rich musical legacy. Though her career might not have reached the same heights as some of her contemporaries, her impact on music is undeniable. She was a true original, a pioneer of the funky soul sound that would influence countless artists to come.  

While the world may have been introduced to Jean Knight through her signature hit, her music offers a wealth of undiscovered gems. For those seeking a deeper appreciation for this soulful artist, exploring her discography is a rewarding journey.

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Lyrics: Mr. Big Stuff

[Chorus]
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Stuff
You’re never gonna get my loveNow because you wear all those fancy clothes (oh yeah)
And have a big fine car, oh yes you do now
Do you think I can afford to give you my love (oh yeah)
You think you’re higher than every star above

[Chorus]
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Stuff
You’re never gonna get my love

Now I know all the girls I’ve seen you with
I know you broke their hearts one after another now, bit by bit
You made ’em cry, many poor girls cry
When they tried to keep you happy, they just tried to keep you satisfied

[Chorus]
Mr. Big Stuff, tell me, tell me
Who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Stuff
You’re never gonna get my love

Than to be fooled around and get hurt by you
‘Cause when I give my love, I want love in return (oh yeah)
Now I know this is a lesson Mr. Big Stuff you haven’t learned[Outro]
Mr. Big Stuff, tell me
Who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Stuff
You’re never gonna get my love
Mr. Big Stuff
You’re never gonna break my heart
Mr. Big Stuff
You’re never gonna make me cry
Mr. Big Stuff, tell me
Just who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Stuff
You’re never gonna get my love
Mr. Big Stuff
You’re never gonna break my heart
Mr. Big Stuff
You’re never gonna make me cry
Mr. Big Stuff, tell me, tell me
Just who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Stuff
You’re never gonna get my love

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