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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