Big
Moby Grape Lyrics


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They called me a weiner
I called them a nerd
Called her a whore
And she called me a turd
I called her long distance
She said I′s absurd
Not a discouraging word
On the range could be heard

And he asked me
"How does it feel?"
Come a-ti-yi-yippie-yippie-yippie-yay, o-lo-lo-lo-leee
Oh, don't you cry for me

I started playing on somebody′s amp
Lasted me all through the night
Some cowboy grabbed that hay lady's snatch
Said "If you have her stamped, it's all right"

And I′m tired of being treated this way
Been used, abused, I′ll be long gone
Don't try to find me
Just watch for the stage I′ll be on

Ran out of money 'bout six months ago
Been livin′ on cactus and plants
Now I'm thinkin′ 'bout killin' my cow
But I hear that they′re gods and thou shall not kill
And you ask me
"How does it feel
When your best friend is all veal
And you′re hungry?"

They try to tell you on radio show
And on the TV screen
Nothin' these days seems make much sense
So, oh, vo-dee-o-do

I′m tired of being treated this way
Been used, abused, I'll be long gone
Don′t try to find me
Just watch for the stage I'll be on

Along with this record a plan of attack
Ride up to you with a gun at your back
And we invite you to purchase our side
As you watch, on our ass, as we ride

And I′m tired of being treated this way
Been used, abused, I'll be long gone




Don't try to find me
Just watch for the stage I′ll be on

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Moby Grape’s song “Big” seem, on the surface, to be a jumbled-up collection of phrases and anecdotes that don’t necessarily seem to connect. However, on closer inspection, the song appears to be a biting commentary on the exploitation of musicians, as well as a broader critique of America’s consumerist society. The song opens with the singer responding angrily to those who have insulted him, using harsh language and insults of his own to put them in their place. However, the next lines reflect his sense of powerlessness in the face of the music industry, as he notes that nobody is listening to what he has to say.


The next verse is similarly ambivalent. The singer describes the experience of playing music, which brings him some temporary pleasure, but contrasts this with the crude behavior of some of his fellow performers, who harass and abuse women. The central theme of the song becomes clearer in the next verse, where the singer compares himself to a cow which he is thinking of killing to eat. The cow has become an object to be consumed, just like the music and musicians who are bought and sold in the mass media.


The final verse of the song is a direct challenge to the music industry, and to the capitalist system of which it is a part. The singer, seemingly resigned to his fate, proposes a plan to hold up the industry with a gun and demand payment for his work. This reflects the anger and frustration of many musicians who feel that their talents are being exploited by record labels and other industry players.


Line by Line Meaning

They called me a weiner
I was insulted by them


I called them a nerd
I retaliated by calling them a name


Called her a whore
She was also insulted by me


And she called me a turd
She responded by calling me a name


I called her long distance
I tried to reach out


She said I′s absurd
But she rejected me


Not a discouraging word
Despite this, I didn't lose hope


On the range could be heard
My struggles were heard but ignored


And he asked me
Someone questioned my state of mind


"How does it feel?"
They wondered how I was coping


Come a-ti-yi-yippie-yippie-yippie-yay, o-lo-lo-lo-leee
I chose to express my pain


Oh, don't you cry for me
I don't need your sympathy


I started playing on somebody′s amp
I found solace in music


Lasted me all through the night
It helped me forget


Some cowboy grabbed that hay lady's snatch
I witnessed a sexual assault


Said "If you have her stamped, it's all right"
The perpetrator normalized his behavior


And I′m tired of being treated this way
I'm fed up with the injustices I face


Been used, abused, I′ll be long gone
I've endured enough, I'm leaving


Don't try to find me
I don't want to be found


Just watch for the stage I′ll be on
I'll be performing, don't miss me


Ran out of money 'bout six months ago
I fell on hard times


Been livin′ on cactus and plants
I've been struggling to survive


Now I'm thinkin′ 'bout killin' my cow
I'm considering desperate measures for food


But I hear that they′re gods and thou shall not kill
My conscience is preventing me from doing so


They try to tell you on radio show
The media tries to shape our opinions


And on the TV screen
They manipulate our perceptions


Nothin' these days seems make much sense
I struggle to find meaning


So, oh, vo-dee-o-do
I don't know what to make of it all


Along with this record a plan of attack
I'm using my platform to make a statement


Ride up to you with a gun at your back
I'll do whatever it takes to be heard


And we invite you to purchase our side
We're selling our message


As you watch, on our ass, as we ride
You'll see us take action




Writer(s): Donald J Stevenson, Jerry A Miller Jr.

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Comments from YouTube:

Michael P. Angus

I love the lyrics on this song. Is it on any album other than as a demo?

Gary W. Wade

One of my Fav tracks from one of my Fav bands...Thanks for posting (excellent quality too) So luv these guys.

T.J. White

The pissy banter at the beginning of this track never fails to crack me up. "You don't like it you can fuck yerself!" :)

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