That Don’t Impress Me Much (triple j Like A Version)

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-oo-oh, you think you're special

Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else

Okay, so you're a rocket scientist

That don't impress me much

So you got the brains, 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

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-oo-oh, you think you're special

Oh-oo-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?

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

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 joking, right?

Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something special

Oh-oo-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?

Now, now don't get me wrong—yeah, I think you're alright

But that won't keep me warm on the long, cold, and lonely night

That don't impress me much

That don't impress me much

That don't impress me much

That don't impress me much

That don't impress me much

That don't impress me much

Oh, no