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-oo-oh
You think you're special
Oh-oo-oh
You think you're something else
Okay, 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
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 you're special
Oh-oo-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
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
Come on baby tell me
You must be joking, right?
Oh-oo-oh
You think you're something special
Oh-oo-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
Okay, so what do you think
You're Elvis or something?
Whatever
That don't impress me