| Lyrics: | 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 taht extra hold gel in your hair oughtta 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 jokin', right!
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're 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 |
