Lyrics:

Uh Ow!
uh Huh Yeah-Yeah

i've Known A Few Guys Who Thought They Were Pretty Smart
but You've Got Bein' 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 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-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
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 Ow!
yeah

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
come On Baby Tell Me, You Must Be Jokin', Right

oh-Oo-Oh, You Think You're Something 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
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 Ow 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

whatever!
that Don't Impress Me Much...