She's not impressed by the way that I dress Or the work that I do from nine to two Even this hair, she don't seem to care No, she's not impressed with me, no I even told her about the wave I rode for miles down in Nazare The locals even told me I could stay I was king for a day She's not impressed Though she may be depressed So, I'll cut her some slack until her senses come back She loves all the music she hears on TV But she's not impressed with me I even showed her how I can Sing like Sinatra with a big brass band She said: Can I sit? I don't want to stand Why don't we give him a hand? She's not impressed, and sometimes I test it To see what it takes to get her invested What must I do, and to what degree To make you impressed with me? If she's the apple of my eye Then I'm the lemon of hers I could make her something sweet And she would turn it to curds I could tell her something sweet She'd misinterpret the words What an odd and unexpected little curse But if I'm honest, I could still imagine worse I could buy her fancy presents I could sail the seven seas She's still not impressed with me No, she's not impressed with me