Lyrics:

Uh Ow!
uh Huh Yeah-Yeah

ive Known A Few Guys Who Thought They Were Pretty Smart
but Youve Got Bein Right Down To An Art
you Think Youre A Genius, You Drive Me Up The Wall
youre A Regular Original, A Know-It-All

oh-Oo-Oh, You Think Youre Special
oh-Oo-Oh, You Think Youre Something Else

okay, So Youre A Rocket Scientist -

that Dont Impress Me Much
so You Got The Brains But Have You Got The Touch
now Dont Get Me Wrong, Yeah I Think Youre Alright
but That Wont Keep Me Warm In The Middle Of The Night

that Dont 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-Oo-Oh, You Think Youre Special
oh-Oo-Oh, You Think Youre Something Else

okay, So Youre Brad Pitt -

that Dont Impress Me Much
so You Got The Looks But Have You Got The Touch
now Dont Get Me Wrong, Yeah I Think Youre Alright
but That Wont Keep Me Warm In The Middle Of The Night

that Dont Impress Me Much

uh Ow!
yeah

youre One Of Those Guys Who Likes To Shine His Machine
you Make Me Take Off My Shoes Before You Let Me Get In
i Cant Believe You Kiss Your Car Good Night
come On Baby Tell Me, You Must Be Jokin, Right

oh-Oo-Oh, You Think Youre Something Special
oh-Oo-Oh, You Think Youre Something Else

okay, So Youve Got A Car -

that Dont Impress Me Much
so You Got The Moves But Have You Got The Touch
now Dont Get Me Wrong, Yeah I Think Youre Alright
but That Wont Keep Me Warm In The Middle Of The Night

that Dont Impress Me Much
oh Ow No

you Think Youre Cool But Have You Got The Touch
now (Now) Dont Get Me Wrong, Yeah I Think Youre Alright
but That Wont Keep Me Warm On The Long, Cold, Lonely Night

that Dont Impress Me Much
uh Huh Yeah-Yeah

okay, So What Do You Think Youre Elvis Or Something

whatever!
that Dont Impress Me Much...