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—