Ow
Uh-huh, yeah, yeah
I’ve known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart
But you’ve got being right down to an art
You think you’re a genius, you drive me up the wall
You’re a regular original, a know-it-all
Oh-ooh-oh, you think you’re special
Oh-ooh-oh, you think you’re something else
OK, so you’re a rocket scientist
That don’t impress me much
So you got the brains but have you got the touch?
Now don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don’t impress me much
Uh-huh, yeah, 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 oughtta lock it
‘Cause Heaven forbid it should fall outta place
Oh-ooh-oh, you think you’re special
Oh-ooh-oh, you think you’re something else
OK, so you’re Brad Pitt
That don’t impress me much (Oh, oh, uh)
So you got the looks but have you got the touch?
Now don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don’t impress me much
Yeah
You’re one of those guys who likes to shine his machine
You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in
I can’t believe you kiss your car good night
Now, c’mon, baby, tell me? You must be jokin’, right?
Oh-ooh-oh, you think you’re something special
Oh-ooh-oh, you think you’re something else
OK, so you’ve got a car
That don’t impress me much (Oh, oh, uh)
So you got the moves but have you got the touch?
Now don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don’t impress me much (That don’t impress me)
You think you’re cool but have you got the touch?
Now don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely night
That don’t impress me much
Uh-huh, yeah, yeah
OK. So, what do you think? You’re Elvis or something?
Whatever
That don’t impress me