That Don't Impress Me Much

Ohh, ahh

A-ha - yeah, yeah

I've known a few guys who thought they

Were pretty smart

But you've got it 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

Ohh oohh

You think you're special

Ohh oohh

You think you're something else

Okay, so you're a rocket scientist

That don't impress me much

So you got the brains/looks/moves

But have you got the touch

And 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

A-ha - yeah, yeah

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 ought to lock it

'Cause heaven forbid it should fall out of place

Okay, so you're Brad Pitt

That don't impress me much

You're one of those guys who like to shine his machine

And baby take off my shoes before you let me get in

I can't believe you'd kiss your car goodnight

Now come on baby tell me

You must be joking right?

Okay, so you got a car

You think your cool but have you got the touch, na na

But don't get me wrong

Yeah I think you're alright, but that won't keep me warm

On the long, cold, lonely nights

That don't impress me much

A-ha - yeah, yeah

Okay, so what do you think you're Elvis or something?

That don't impress me much