What's it like being the smartest person in the room?

I'd like to know

What's it like being the life

of the party everywhere you go?

I wouldn't know, I wouldn't know

Do you get tired of listenin'

To just your own opinions?

You must love the sound of your own voice

You don't know it, but you're just making noise

And while the world's revolving

You're in the middle of it talking

Aim so high that you missed the point

But you just love the sound of your own voice

No moon is ever bright enough to come eclipse your sun

Not evеn once

Once you've suckеd the air out of the room and out my lungs

I'm speaking up, if you're ever done

A walking contradiction

You put the dick in diction

You must love the sound of your own voice

You don't know it, but you're just making noise

And while the world's revolving

You're in the middle of it talking

Aim so high that you missed the point

But you just love the sound of your own voice

You just love the sound of your own voice

Be that guy that everyone avoids

And while the world's revolving

You solved everybody's problems

Aim so high that you missed the point

But you just love the sound of your own—