Oh Uh-huh, 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
You're A Regular Original, A Know-it-all Oh-oh, You
Think You're Special Oh-oh, You Think You′re Something Else
Okay, So You′re A Rocket Scientist That Don't
Impress Me Much So You Got The Brains, But
Have You Got The Touch? Now, 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 Uh-huh, Yeah, Yeah
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 Oughta Lock It ′Cause Heaven Forbid,
It Should Fall Outta Place Oh-oh, You Think
You're Special Oh-oh, You Think You're Something Else Okay,
So You′re Brad Pitt That Don′t Impress Me
Much (oh, Oh, Ooh) So You Got The Looks,
But Have You Got The Touch? Now, 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 Oh, Aw!
Yeah Whoa 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
Now, Come On, Baby, Tell Me, You Must Be
Joking, Right? Oh-oh, You Think You're Something Special
Oh-oh, You Think You're Something Else Okay, So You′ve
Got A Car That Don′t Impress Me Much
(oh, Oh, Ooh) So You Got The Moves, But
Have You Got The Touch? Now, 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, Oh, No, You Think You′re Cool, But
Have You Got The Touch? Now, Now, 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 Uh-huh, Yeah,
Yeah Okay, So What Do You Think, You're Elvis
Or Something? That Don′t Impress Me Much Oh, No
That Don't Impress Me Much Oh, No Oh, Yeah