But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night
I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket
Uh huh, yeah-yeah
That don't impress me much
You're a regular original, a know-it-all
But you've got bein' right down to an art
Oh ow no
You think you're a genius, you drive me up the wall
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something special
'Cause Heaven forbid it should fall outta place
But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night
Okay, so what do you think you're Elvis or something?
I can't believe you kiss your car good night
That don't impress me much
And all that extra hold gel in your hair oughta lock it
You think you're cool but have you got the touch?
That don't impress me much
Now, now don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
That don't impress me much
Now don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
Now don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
You're one of those guys who likes to shine his machine
But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night
Now don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else
But that won't keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely night
That don't impress me much
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
That don't impress me much
That don't impress me much
Okay, so you're a rocket scientist?
So you got the brains but have you got the touch?
I've known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart
Uh huh, yeah-yeah
You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in
So you got the moves but have you got the touch?
Yeah
And a comb up his sleeve, just in case
So you got the looks but have you got the touch?
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else
Okay, so you're Brad Pitt?
Come on baby tell me, you must be jokin', right?
Okay, so you've got a car?
