That Don't Impress Me Much 

Written by:  Twain/Lange

I've known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart 
But you've got being 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 

Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special 
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else 

Okay, so you're a rocket scientist 
That don't impress me much 
So you got the brain but have you got the touch 
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 

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 oughtta lock it 
'Cause Heaven forbid it should fall outta place 

Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special 
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else 

Okay, so you're Brad Pitt 
That don't impress me much 
So you got the looks but have you got the touch 
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 

You're one of those guys who likes to shine his machine 
You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in 
I can't believe you kiss your car good night 
C'mon baby tell me, you must be jokin', right! 

Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special 
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else 

Okay, so you've got a car 
That don't impress me much 
So you got the moves but have you got the touch 
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 
You think you're cool but have you got the touch 
Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright 
But that won't keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely night 
That don't impress me much 

Okay, so what do you think you're Elvis or something... 
Whatever 
That don't impress me