Guitar chords That Don't Impress Me Much

Key:  C
Introduction:
Am
  
F
  
C
  
G
  
Am
  
F
  
C
  
G
 
                                                         
F
                          
C
 
G
                              
Am
                                            
F
                
C
                                  
G
 
I've known a few guys who thought they were, pretty smart, But you've got
being right, down to an art
                                                       
F
                                                                      
C
 
G
                                          
Am
              
F
                            
C
                        
G
 
You think you're a genius     you drive me up the wall, You're a regular
original a, know it all
                                            
A
      
G
 
A
    
G
 
BRIDGE:     Oh oo oh, you think you're special, Oh oo oh, you think you're
something else (Intro lick 1)
                                      
F
                                    
C
                    
G
    
Am
 
That don't impress me much,
                          
F
                    
C
                                                            
G
                  
Am
 
F
                                        
C
                                          
G
                                      
Am
 
So you got the brain but have you got the touch, now don't get me wrong,
yeah I think you're alright,
              
F
                                                                
C
                                    
G
 
But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night
                                                                
Am
      
F
            
C
                
G
 
            
Am
      
F
            
C
                
G
 
                      That don't impress me much, (uh huh, yeah, yeah)
      
Am
                                    
F
                                                        
C
                                    
G
 
Am
                              
F
                    
C
                  
G
 
I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket, And a comb up his
sleeve, just in case
                                            
Am
                      
F
                                
C
                                      
G
 
Am
                        
F
                                        
C
                          
G
 
And all that extra hold gel in your hair oughtta lock it, 'Cause Heaven
forbid, it should fall outta place
                                      
F
                                    
C
          
G
  
Am
                                
F
 
C
                                                            
G
                  
Am
 
That don't impress me much,                         So you got the looks but have you
got the touch
                  
F
                                        
C
                                          
G
                                    
Am
 
F
                                                              
C
                                    
G
 
Now don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright,   But that won't keep me
warm in the middle of the
                                      
F
                                    
C
                    
G
    
Am
 
That don't impress me much,
                 
Am
 
F
 
C
 
G
 
Am
 
F
 
C
 
G
 
Am
 
F
 
C
 
G
 
Am
 
F
 
C
 
G
 
                        
Am
                              
F
                                                        
C
                          
G
 
Am
                              
F
                                                        
C
 
You're one of those guys who likes to shine his machine, You make me take
off my shoes, before you let
                          
Am
 
me get in
      
Am
                    
F
                                                    
C
                        
G
 
Am
              
F
                                                        
C
                        
G
 
I can't believe you kiss your car good night, now, c'mon baby tell me     you
must be jokin' right!
                                                                                                                 
F
 
C
            
G
  
Am
 
Okay, so you've got a car,             That don't impress me much
                            
F
                    
C
                                                                
G
                  
Am
 
F
                                      
C
                                            
G
                                      
Am
 
So you, got the moves but have you got the touch, Now don't get me wrong,
yeah I think you're alright
              
F
                                                                
C
                                  
G
 
But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night
                                    
F
                                    
C
                
G
    
Am
 
That don't impress me much (That don't impress me)
                
F
                                    
C
                                                      
G
                    
Am
 
F
                                          
C
                                          
G
                                    
Am
 
You think you're cool but have you got the touch, Now don't get me wrong,
yeah I think you're alright
            
F
                                                                
C
                                        
G
 (hold)
But that won't keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely night,   (Intro Lick 1)
                                    
F
                                    
C
                  
G
  
Am
 
That don't impress me much, (uh huh, yeah, yeah)
                                         
F
 
C
 
G
 
Am
 
Okay, so what do you think you're Elvis or something.....Whatever.....That
don't impress me