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