Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shania Twain
Vocals
Robert John "Mutt" Lange
Background Vocals
Paul Franklin
Pedal Steel Guitar
Dann Huff
Rhythm Guitar
Brent Mason
Electric Guitar
Biff Watson
Acoustic Guitar
Paul Leim
Drums
Joe Chemay
Bass Guitar
Olle Romo
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shania Twain
Songwriter
Robert John "Mutt" Lange
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robert John "Mutt" Lange
Producer
Olle Romo
Editing Engineer
Glenn Meadows
Mastering Engineer
James Somberg
Assistant Engineer
Jay Alverez
Assistant Engineer
Jeff Balding
Recording Engineer
Mark Hagen
Assistant Recording Engineer
Mike Shipley
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Oh
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 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
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
Oh, aw!
Yeah
Whoa
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-oh, you think you're something special
Oh-oh, you think you're something else
Okay, so you've 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 night
That don't impress me much
Uh-huh, yeah, yeah
Okay, so what do you think, you're Elvis or something?
That don't impress me much
Oh, no
That don't impress me much
Oh, no
Oh, yeah
Writer(s): Robert John Lange, Shania Twain
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