Oh-oh, you think you're specialOh-oh, you think you're something elseOkay, so you're a rocket scientist
That don't impress me much (oh, oh, ooh)So you got the moves, but have you got the touch?Now, don't get me wrong, yeah, I think you're alrightBut that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night
Oh-oh, you think you're specialOh-oh, you think you're something elseOkay, so you're Brad Pitt
Okay, so what do you think, you're Elvis or something?That don't impress me muchOh noThat don't impress me muchOh noOw, and yeah
I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocketAnd a comb up his sleeve, just in caseAnd all that extra hold gel in your hair oughta lock it'Cause Heaven forbid it should fall outta place
You're one of those guys who likes to shine his machineYou make me take off my shoes before you let me get inI can't believe you kiss your car good nightNow come on, baby, tell me, you must be jokin', right?
: Ridiculed for his priorities with, "Okay, so you've got a car".