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 else
Okay, so you´re a rocket scientist
That don´t impress me much
So you got the brain but have you got the touch
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
I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket
And a comb up his sleeve-just in case
And all taht extra hold gel in your hair oughtta 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
Don´t get me wrong, yeah I think
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