Ow!
Aha, yep, yeah
Ive known a few guys
Who thought they were pretty smart
But youve got being right down to an art
You think youre a genius, you drive me up the wall
Youre a regular original, a know-it-all
Oh-oo-oh, you think youre special
Oh-oo-oh, you think youre something has
Okay, so youre a rocket scientist?
That dont impress me much
So ya got the brain
But have ya got the touch?
Now dont get me wrong
Yeah, I think youre alright
But that wont keep me warm
In the middle of the night
That dont impress me much
Aha, yep, yeah
I never knew a guy
Who carried a mirror in his pocket
And a comb up his sleeve, just in case
And all that extra hold gel in your hair, oughta lock it
Cause heaven forbid it should fall outta place
Oh-oo-oh, you think youre special
Oh-oo-oh, you think youre something has
Okay, so youre Brad Pitt?
That dont impress me much
So ya got the looks
But have ya got the touch?
Now dont get me wrong
Yeah, I think youre alright
But that wont keep me warm
In the middle of the night
That dont impress me much
Yeeeah
Youre one of those guys
Who likes to shine his machine
You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in
I cant believe you kiss your car goodnight
Cmon baby tell me, you must be jokin, right?
Oh-oo-oh, you think youre something special
Oh-oo-oh, you think youre something has
Okay, so youve got a car?
That dont impress me much
So ya got the moves
But have ya got the touch?
Now dont get me wrong
Yeah, I think youre alright
But that wont keep me warm
In the middle of the night
That dont impress me much
Oh-oo-oh, no
You think youre cool
But have ya got the touch?
Na-now dont get me wrong
Yeah, I think youre alright
But that wont keep me warm
On the long, cold, lonely night
That dont impress me much
Aha, yep, yeah
Okay, so what do you think youre Elvis or something?!
That dont impress me