Een Canadese man die met een slok op en met een noodgang door een drukke straat in Ottawa sjeesde, is opgepakt, en terecht. Toch is hij onder een straf uitgekomen. Prangende vraag: hoe doe je dat? Matt Brownlee zei tegen psychiaters te geloven dat Shania Twain hem hielp bij het autorijden. Kennelijk lijdt de 33- jarige man aan waanideeen, hij denkt dat vrouwelijke beroemdheden telepatisch met hem communiceren. De rechter ging erin mee. Wel moet de man nog even in het ziekenhuis blijven.
Quote bazkie: of als hij te langzaam gaat: "that don't impress me much"
De volledige songtekst:
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-oo-oh, you think you're special Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else
Okay, so you're a rocket scientist That don't impress me much So you got the brain 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 a mirror in his pocket And a comb up his sleeve-just in case And all that extra hold gel in your hair oughtta lock it 'Cause Heaven forbid it should fall outta place
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else
Okay, so you're Brad Pitt That don't impress me much So you got the looks 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 machine You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in I can't believe you kiss your car 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 got a car 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, lonely night That don't impress me much
Okay, so what do you think you're Elvis or something... Whatever That don't impress me
Na het horen van de woorden: 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 C'mon baby tell me-you must be jokin', right! ..wil je het gaspedaal ook wel wat dieper intrappen, tenminste: als je zo'n type oetlul bent, dat door die tekst beschreven wordt.