Ok, so you've got a car
(oh)
ah yeah-yeah
ah 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
But 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 elseOk, 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 nightThat don't impress me much
I've 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 get in your hair oughtta lock it
'Cause heaven forbid it should fall out of place
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something elseOk, 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
(That don't impress me)
(oh no no)
You think you're cool but have you got the touch
(na-na)
Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
But that won't keep me warm on a long, cold, lonely night
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else