Title: “Mr. Big Shot” (Champagne days and caviar nights) ⸻ [Intro – swingin’ horns + snappy drums] Ba-da-da, ba-da-da, oooooh yeah! He don’t walk—he glides. He don’t ride—he arrives. ⸻ [Verse 1] He’s got a penthouse grin and a diamond watch, Steps out the car like he owns the block. Cufflinks gleamin’ like a disco ball, And when he tips, honey—he tips for all. His shoes are shiny, his credit’s gold, He lights cigars with the stories he’s told. Every doorman nods, every waiter knows— When Mr. Big Shot rolls, the velvet rope goes! ⸻ [Chorus – full band, big and brassy] He’s Mr. Big Shot, king of the scene, Drinks his bourbon neat and his evenings clean. Cashmere coat with a collar pop, When he walks through the room, all the chatter stops. High roller, smooth talker, living on top, Ain’t no budget when you’re Mr. Big Shot. ⸻ [Verse 2] He buys his suits where the spies go dress, With a pinky ring that screams success. He don’t chase the game—he wrote the rules, He makes tycoons look like public schools. Lunch on a rooftop, deals on a jet, He bets on himself—and never sweats a bet. Champagne pours like he’s waterin’ plants, And the band plays swing while the high life dance. ⸻ [Chorus – repeat with handclaps + harmony] He’s Mr. Big Shot, champagne toast, He could buy the building just to brag he owns the post. Tips with a wink, wins with a grin, Don’t ask how—just know he always wins. First class dreamer with a solid gold plot, Livin’ large, baby—Mr. Big Shot! ⸻ [Bridge – slinky, spoken-style breakdown] (Spoken, with swagger): He’s got an elevator that skips the lobby, An accountant on call and a tailor on hobby. You show receipts? He shows a yacht. You show up late? He buys the clock. ⸻ [Final Chorus – full band blast, horns up!] He’s Mr. Big Shot, not here to play, He makes Friday look like a holiday. Silk in his pocket, steel in his stare, He don’t break hearts—he signs the air. High stakes, high style, always hot— Give it up, baby—it’s Mr. Big Shot! ⸻ [Outro – band swells, big drum fill, lounge vocal trail] He came, he saw… he picked up the tab.
