Super Hottie
You think that you're so cute now
In your Armani suit now
Tailor-made to show your ass
Your shades are also chic now
But I'm not gonna freak now
You know, I think I'm gonna pass
You're walking down the street
Trying hard to meet
Some babe who's gonna catch your eye
But honey, don't you see?
That girl is just not me
You think I'm gonna faint and die
You think you're such a super, super hottie
You think you got a super body
But you don't turn me on
You'll never climb my tree
You're not the stud for me
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
Your jeans are super tight now
I think you're quite a sight now
The seams are just about to tear
Your hair has too much streaking
Everybody's freaking
All the kids just stop and stare
You're walking in the sand
Got a special plan
Your speedos are showing your desire
You're showing off your packs
But baby, you're a wreck
You think that you can light my fire
You think you're such a super, super hottie
You think you got a super body
But you don't turn me on
You'll never climb my tree
You're not the stud for me
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
You gotta change that sweater
Versace is much better
Babe, you don't impress me much
You think you're super cool
But honey, I'm no fool
You don't have that sexy touch
Get rid of that tattoo
Baby, it's not you
You're a loser and you're just bad news
Baby, you're a dud
You'll never be my stud
You'll never be the one I choose
You think you're Bradley Cooper
But you're not super-duper
Even in your Jordan shoes
You're cruising down the highway
But you're not going my way
Even in your Porsche, you lose
You think your hair is swell
Plastered up with gel
Your silver chains are hanging down
You're texting on your phone
You're always all alone
You'll never see me hanging 'round
You think you're such a super, super hottie
You think you got a super body
But you don't turn me on
You'll never climb my tree
You're not the stud for me
No, no, no, no (down, down)
No, no, no, no (down, down)
No, no, no, no, no (be, do, be down, down, down)
No, no, no, no (down, down)
No, no, no, no (do, be down)
No, no, no, no, no (do, be, do, be down, down, down)
Down
In your Armani suit now
Tailor-made to show your ass
Your shades are also chic now
But I'm not gonna freak now
You know, I think I'm gonna pass
You're walking down the street
Trying hard to meet
Some babe who's gonna catch your eye
But honey, don't you see?
That girl is just not me
You think I'm gonna faint and die
You think you're such a super, super hottie
You think you got a super body
But you don't turn me on
You'll never climb my tree
You're not the stud for me
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
Your jeans are super tight now
I think you're quite a sight now
The seams are just about to tear
Your hair has too much streaking
Everybody's freaking
All the kids just stop and stare
You're walking in the sand
Got a special plan
Your speedos are showing your desire
You're showing off your packs
But baby, you're a wreck
You think that you can light my fire
You think you're such a super, super hottie
You think you got a super body
But you don't turn me on
You'll never climb my tree
You're not the stud for me
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
You gotta change that sweater
Versace is much better
Babe, you don't impress me much
You think you're super cool
But honey, I'm no fool
You don't have that sexy touch
Get rid of that tattoo
Baby, it's not you
You're a loser and you're just bad news
Baby, you're a dud
You'll never be my stud
You'll never be the one I choose
You think you're Bradley Cooper
But you're not super-duper
Even in your Jordan shoes
You're cruising down the highway
But you're not going my way
Even in your Porsche, you lose
You think your hair is swell
Plastered up with gel
Your silver chains are hanging down
You're texting on your phone
You're always all alone
You'll never see me hanging 'round
You think you're such a super, super hottie
You think you got a super body
But you don't turn me on
You'll never climb my tree
You're not the stud for me
No, no, no, no (down, down)
No, no, no, no (down, down)
No, no, no, no, no (be, do, be down, down, down)
No, no, no, no (down, down)
No, no, no, no (do, be down)
No, no, no, no, no (do, be, do, be down, down, down)
Down
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Writer(s): Neil Sedaka
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