"That Don't Impress Me Much"

"That Don't Impress Me Much"

Original written by Twain/Lange

Filked by Temair ingen Muiredaich, Banbharun / Ann A. Straut (05-17-2005)

I've known a few guys who thought they served their kingdom
But you've got volunteering down to no fun
You think you're humble - you drive me up the wall
You're a regular original, service-aholic

 
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else

Okay, so you're a pelican

That don't impress me much
So you do the service but have you got the touch
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

I never knew a guy who carried documentation on pockets
And a artifact sleeve - just in case
And all that embroidery on your cuff oughtta lock it
'Cause Heaven forbid you should be second place

Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else

Okay, so you're a laurel
That don't impress me much
So you got the clothes but have you got the touch
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

You're one of those guys who likes to shine his armor

You think the more that you win the more I’ll be enamored

I can't believe you kiss your sword good night
C'mon baby tell me - you must be jokin', right!

Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else

Okay, so you've won a crown
That don't impress me much
So you got the moves but have you got the touch
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
You think you're cool but have you got the touch
Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
But that won't keep me warm on the long, cold, Pennsic nights
That don't impress me much

Okay, so what do you think you're Tarragon or something...
Whatever
That don't impress me