In the reflection of his limousine
He combs his hair and straightens up his tie
He's sure done well in the corporate world
That boy from the streets who's riding high
He's got a pocket full of people to call
When he needs to get an obstacle removed
His hands been clean as the obstacle screams
He never lets it put him off his food
In the tiny world of Mr. Big
Birds don't sing, the moon is hidden
He's got a massive chain like Marley's ghost
Every day he makes another link
He doesn't care, 'cos it's made of gold
And what can't be bought means nothing to him
In the tiny world of Mr. Big
Birds don't sing, the moon is hidden
He's got a man who drives his limousine
A smile always spread across his face
He's got no millions, but he don't care
'Cos he's got more than the man who pays his wage
In the tiny world of Mr. Big
Birds don't sing, the moon is hidden
In the tiny world of Mr. Big
Birds don't sing, the moon is hidden
