That Don't Impress Me Much

Ow 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, a 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? Now, 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 Uh-huh, 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 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 (oh, oh, ooh) So you got the looks, but have you got the touch? Now, 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 And yeah 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 Now come on, baby, tell me, you must be jokin', right? Oh-oh, you think you're something special Oh-oh, you think you're something else Okay, so you got a car That don't impress me much (oh, oh, ooh) So you got the moves, but have you got the touch? Now, 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 (that don't impress me) Oh, oh no, 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 nights That don't impress me much Uh-huh, yeah, yeah Okay, so what do you think, you're Elvis or something? Whatever That don't impress me