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-oo-oh, you think you're special Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something has
Okay, so you're a rocket scientist? That don't impress me much So ya got the brain But have ya 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
Aha, yep, 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 has
Okay, so you're Brad Pitt? That don't impress me much So ya got the looks But have ya 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
Yeeeah
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 goodnight C'mon 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 has
Okay, so you've got a car? That don't impress me much So ya got the moves But have ya 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-oo-oh, no
You think you're cool But have ya got the touch? Na-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
Aha, yep, yeah
Okay, so what do you think you're Elvis or something?! Whatever That don't impress meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
