About the song
Background
- Co-written by Shania: Twain co-wrote this sassy anthem with her then-husband and producer, Robert John “Mutt” Lange.
- Empowerment and Attitude Released in 1997 on her hugely successful album Come On Over, the song became an instant classic.
- Pop-Country Fusion: “That Don’t Impress Me Much” perfectly blended country roots with infectious pop melodies, contributing to its massive crossover success.
Lyrics
Here’s a look at the opening verse and chorus that set the tone:
“Okay, so you’re Brad Pitt That don’t impress me much So you got the looks, so you got the touch So you’re a scientist, that don’t impress me much So you got the car, that don’t impress me much So you got the moves, that don’t impress me much”
- Humorous Dismissal: Twain uses humor and hyperbole to dismiss potential suitors obsessed with their looks, intelligence, or material possessions.
- The Chorus: The repeated “That don’t impress me much” became an instant catchphrase.
Themes
- Female Empowerment: The song challenges traditional gender roles. Twain is unimpressed by stereotypical markers of male success and attractiveness.
- Prioritizing Substance: The song suggests that genuine personality, emotional connection, and character matter more than superficial attributes.
- Self-Confidence: Twain exudes a sassy self-awareness and refuses to be defined by societal expectations.
- Humor and Playfulness: The song is full of wit and a lighthearted dismissal of overly serious or self-important suitors.
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Lyrics
I’ve known a few guys who thought they were pretty smartBut you’ve got being right down to an artYou think you’re a genius, you drive me up the wallYou’re a regular original, a know-it-all
Oh, oh, you think you’re specialOh, oh, you think you’re something else
Okay, so you’re a rocket scientistThat don’t impress me muchSo you got the brain but have you got the touchDon’t get me wrong, yeah I think you’re alrightBut that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the nightThat don’t impress me much
I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocketAnd a comb up his sleeve-just in caseAnd all that extra hold gel in your hair oughta lock it‘Cause Heaven forbid it should fall outta place
Oh, oh, so you think you’re something specialOh, oh, you think you’re something else
Okay, so you’re Brad PittThat don’t impress me muchSo you got the looks but have you got the touchDon’t get me wrong, yeah I think you’re alrightBut that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the nightThat don’t impress me much
You’re one of those guys who likes to shine his machineYou make me take off my shoes before you let me get inI can’t believe you kiss your car good nightC’mon baby tell me, you must be jokin’, right
Oh, oh, so you think you’re something specialOh, oh, you think you’re something else
Okay, so you’ve got a carThat don’t impress me muchSo you got the moves but have you got the touchDon’t get me wrong, yeah I think you’re alrightBut that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don’t impress me muchYou think you’re cool but have you got the touchDon’t get me wrong, yeah I think you’re alrightBut that won’t keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely nightThat don’t impress me much
Okay, so what do you think you’re Elvis or somethingWhateverThat don’t impress me