"That Don't Impress Me Much" lyrics
Disko Cowboy, French Horn Rebellion & Kaitlin Butts Lyrics
(originally by Shania Twain)
That don't impress me much
Uh huh, yeah yeah
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, know-it-all
Oh, oh, you think you're special
Oh, 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
That won't keep me warm in the middle of the night
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
That won't keep me warm in the middle of the night
Uh huh, yeah yeah
That don't impress me
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 oughta lock it
'Cause heaven forbid it should fall outta place
Oh, oh, you think you're special
Oh, 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
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
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 at night
C'mon baby, tell me, you must be jokin', right?
Oh, oh, you think you're special
Oh, oh, you think you're something else
Oh, oh, you think you're special
Oh, 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
Now now, 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
So what do you think you're Elvis or something
Whatever
Uh huh, yeah yeah
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, know-it-all
Oh, oh, you think you're special
Oh, 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
That won't keep me warm in the middle of the night
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
That won't keep me warm in the middle of the night
Uh huh, yeah yeah
That don't impress me
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 oughta lock it
'Cause heaven forbid it should fall outta place
Oh, oh, you think you're special
Oh, 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
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
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 at night
C'mon baby, tell me, you must be jokin', right?
Oh, oh, you think you're special
Oh, oh, you think you're something else
Oh, oh, you think you're special
Oh, 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
Now now, 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
So what do you think you're Elvis or something
Whatever
