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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shania Twain
Shania Twain
Vocals
Robert John "Mutt" Lange
Robert John "Mutt" Lange
Background Vocals
Olle Romo
Olle Romo
Programming
Joe Chemay
Joe Chemay
Bass Guitar
Paul Leim
Paul Leim
Drums
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Electric Guitar
Brent Mason
Brent Mason
Electric Guitar
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Pedal Steel Guitar
Rob Hajacos
Rob Hajacos
Fiddle
Glen Duncan
Glen Duncan
Fiddle
Aubrey Haynie
Aubrey Haynie
Fiddle
Bill Watson
Bill Watson
Acoustic Guitar
James Somberg
James Somberg
Assistant Programming
Jay Alvarez
Jay Alvarez
Assistant Programming
Joe Spivey
Joe Spivey
Fiddle
John Jarvis
John Jarvis
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shania Twain
Shania Twain
Songwriter
Robert John "Mutt" Lange
Robert John "Mutt" Lange
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robert John "Mutt" Lange
Robert John "Mutt" Lange
Producer
Olle Romo
Olle Romo
Recording Engineer
Mike Shipley
Mike Shipley
Mixing Engineer
Glenn Meadows
Glenn Meadows
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Ow (Han han, uh-uh) uh-huh, yeah, yeah (Han han, uh-uh) uh-huh 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 (han han, uh-uh) 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 (Han han, uh-uh) uh-huh, yeah, yeah (Han han, uh-uh) 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 ought a 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 (han han, uh-uh) 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 Han aho 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 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 (han han, uh-uh) 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 (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 (Han han, uh-uh) uh-huh, yeah, yeah (Han han, uh-uh) Okay, so what do you think, you're Elvis or something? (Han han, uh-uh) (Han han, uh-uh) that don't impress me much (Han han, uh-uh) Ho no (han han, uh-uh) (Han han, uh-uh) that don't impress me (Han han, uh-uh) ho no (Han han, uh-uh) han aho (Han han, uh-uh) yeah (Han han, uh-uh) woo (woo, woo) (Han han, uh-uh)
Writer(s): Robert John Lange, Shania Twain Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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