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
Ooh oh, you think you're special,
Ooh oh, you think you're something else
Okay, so you're a rocket scientist
That don't impress me much,
So you got the brain
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
Ooh oh, you think you're special,
Ooh oh, you think you're something else
Okay, so you're Brad Pitt
That don't impress me much,
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!
Ooh oh, you think you're special,
Ooh oh, you think you're something else
Okay, so you've got a car,
That don't impress me much
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
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
Okay, so what do you think
you're Elvis or something.....
Whatever.....
That don't impress me |
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