Ohh, ahh
A-ha - yeah, yeah

I've known a few guys who thought they
Were pretty smart
But you've got it 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

Ohh oohh
You think you're special
Ohh oohh
You think you're something else

Okay, so you're a rocket scientist
That don't impress me much

So you got the brains/looks/moves
But have you got the touch
And 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
A-ha - 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 ought to lock
it
'Cause heaven forbid it should fall out of place

Okay, so you're Brad Pitt
That don't impress me much

You're one of those guys who like to shine his machine
And baby take off my shoes before you let me get in
I can't believe you'd kiss your car goodnight
Now come on baby tell me
You must be joking right?

Okay, so you got a car

You think your cool but have you got the touch, na na
But don't get me wrong
Yeah I think you're alright, but that won't keep me
warm
On the long, cold, lonely nights

That don't impress me much

A-ha - yeah, yeah

Okay, so what do you think you're Elvis or something?

That don't impress me much