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 brain but have you got the touch
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 ought ta 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
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
C'mon, 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
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, nana
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?
That don't impress me
