Видео

Видео

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Shania Twain
Shania Twain
Вокал
Robert John "Mutt" Lange
Robert John "Mutt" Lange
Бэк-вокал
Olle Romo
Olle Romo
Программирование
Joe Chemay
Joe Chemay
Бас-гитара
Paul Leim
Paul Leim
Барабаны
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Соло
Brent Mason
Brent Mason
Электрогитара
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Педальная слайд-гитара
Rob Hajacos
Rob Hajacos
Фидель
Glen Duncan
Glen Duncan
Фидель
Aubrey Haynie
Aubrey Haynie
Фидель
Bill Watson
Bill Watson
Акустическая гитара
James Somberg
James Somberg
Помощник по программированию
Jay Alvarez
Jay Alvarez
Помощник по программированию
Joe Spivey
Joe Spivey
Фидель
John Jarvis
John Jarvis
Фортепиано
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Shania Twain
Shania Twain
Автор песен
Robert John "Mutt" Lange
Robert John "Mutt" Lange
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Robert John "Mutt" Lange
Robert John "Mutt" Lange
Продюсер
Olle Romo
Olle Romo
Инженер звукозаписи
Mike Shipley
Mike Shipley
Миксинг-инженер
Glenn Meadows
Glenn Meadows
Мастеринг-инженер

Слова

[Intro]
Ow-ow
Uh-huh, yep, yeah
[Verse 1]
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
[PreChorus]
Oh, whoa, you think you're special (Oh)
Oh, whoa, you think you're something else (Oh)
Okay, so you're a rocket scientist?
[Chorus]
That don't impress me much
So ya got the brains but have ya 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
[Chorus]
Uh-huh, yep, yeah
[Verse 2]
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 out of place
[PreChorus]
Oh, whoa, you think you're special (Oh)
Oh, whoa, you think you're something else (Oh)
Okay, so you're Brad Pitt?
[Chorus]
That don't impress me much (Uh, uh, ooh)
So ya got the looks, but have ya 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
[Chorus]
Yeah
[Verse 3]
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 goodnight
Now come on, baby, tell me, you must be jokin', right?
[PreChorus]
Oh, whoa, you think you're something special (Oh)
Oh, whoa, you think you're something else (Oh)
Okay, so you've got a car?
[Chorus]
That don't impress me much (Uh, uh, ooh)
So ya got the moves, but have ya 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-oh, no
You think you're cool, but have ya 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
[Outro]
Uh-huh, yep, yeah
Okay, so what do you think, you're Elvis or something?
Whatever
That don't impress me
Written by: Robert John "Mutt" Lange, Shania Twain
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out

Loading...