I'm tough with my stuff
Too stuff for Mr. Big Stuff
I listened to the story about Mr. Big Stuff
But I want him to know that I'm tough with my stuff
Can't fool me with that Chicago strut
And that Detroit grin
Your neon rap won't get you in
But maybe a 9 to 5, or a 8 to 4
May open that door
They tell me James Brown is down and Wilson Pickett is wicked
They say Bobby Byrd got the word
But I'm Vicki Anderson and I know I'm tough
In fact, I'm a little too rough for Mr. Big Stuff

Hey hey hey, I'm too rough
Hey hey hey, I'm too rough for Mr. Big Stuff
I'm doing my do, I'm doing my do

They say L.A. is the place, if that's your taste
The cats in Washington are cool if you are a fool
In Baltimore, they think they're tough but they don't know
In St. Louis, they ruin it, and think they're doin' it
But I'm doing my do and I know I'm tough
In fact, I'm a little too rough for Mr. Big Stuff

I'm too rough for that guy called Mr. Big Stuff
I'm too rough for that guy called Mr. Big Stuff
Out in L.A. is the place, if that's your taste
The cats in Washington are cool if you are a fool
In Baltimore, they think they're tough but they don't know
In St. Louis, they ruin it, but they think they're doin' it
Take that woman off the corner, she'll be yours if you want her
And maybe she'll have your baby
Oh, oh oh
Now, you take Houston, Texas, where cats think they're cool
Miami, Atlanta, and Dallas, and Birmingham all the same
Memphis, Nashville, Cleveland and Pittsburgh
Boston, Chicago, all over the world
Go on to the Bay Area, you'll find the same there
All the cats think they're Mr. Big Stuff