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