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
Okay, so you're a rocket scientist?
Okay, so you're Brad Pitt?
Now don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
You're a regular original, a know-it-all
'Cause Heaven forbid it should fall outta place

That don't impress me much

You think you're cool but have you got the touch?
That don't impress me much

But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night

So you got the moves but have you got the touch?
That don't impress me much
Now don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
Uh huh, yeah-yeah

So you got the looks but have you got the touch?
Now don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright

So you got the brains but have you got the touch?

But that won't keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely night
You think you're a genius, you drive me up the wall
But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night

Now, now don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket
That don't impress me much
That don't impress me much
Yeah
Oh ow no
Uh huh, yeah-yeah
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else
Come on baby tell me, you must be jokin', right?
I can't believe you kiss your car good night

Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else
Okay, so what do you think you're Elvis or something?
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something special
Okay, so you've got a car?
But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night

And all that extra hold gel in your hair oughta lock it
I've known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart
That don't impress me much
That don't impress me much
And a comb up his sleeve, just in case
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
But you've got bein' right down to an art