Cifras
That Don't Impress Me Much

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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
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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
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A      G  
BRIDGE:      Oh oo oh, you think you're special, Oh oo oh, you think you're
something else (Intro lick 1)
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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
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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!
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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