Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special

But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night
So you got the brains, but have you got the touch

That don’t impress me much
I’ve known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart

That don’t impress me much
And a comb up his sleeve – just in case
So you got the moves, but have you got the touch
Don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re alright
You’re one of those guys that likes to shine his machine
And all that extra hold gel in your hair oughtta lock it
You’re a regular original know-it-all
That don’t impress me much
Don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re alright
That don’t impress me much

‘Cause Heaven forbid it should fall out of place
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night
Don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re alright
Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
That don’t impress me much
I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket

I can’t believe you kiss your car good night
You think you’re cool but have you got the touch
Okay, so what do you think, you’re Elvis or something?
That don’t impress me much

You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in
But that won’t keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely night
But you’ve got being right down to an art
Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else
That don’t impress me

Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else
you drive me up the wall
That don’t impress me much

So you got the looks, but have you got the touch
Don’t get me wrong, I think you’re alright
Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night
Okay, so you’ve got a car
Okay, so you’re Brad Pitt

C’mon, baby, tell me – you must be joking right!
Okay, so you’re a rocket scientist
Whatever
That don’t impress me
You think you’re a genius