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[Verse 1]
He handed me his card and said my name is Papa Door?
Said I'm a talent scout baby I can do things for you
Said if you hang out with me, baby
And you play your cards right
This may turn out to be your lucky night
[Chorus]
I said man
I can't hear a word you say (big shot)
I can't hear a word you say (big shot)
Your tongue running off but will your head get paid
[Verse 1]
Then he said, you may not know it
From the looks of my clothes
But I taught Nat King Cole everything he knows
Meet me in the back booth
Of the big bebop
I might just decide to make you a recording star
[Chorus]
I said man
I can't hear a word you say (big shot)
I can't hear a word you say (big shot)
Your tongue running off but will your head get paid
[Verse 1]
Then he said that barber shop, and Barbeque and bicarie
That liquor store and record store, thеy belong to me
I bought up all the rеal estate in this entire block
Come up to my pad I'll show you my blue chip stock
[Chorus]
I said man
I can't hear a word you say (big shot)
I can't hear a word you say (big shot)
Your tongue running off but will your head get paid
[Outro]
Then he said
Then I said
Then he said