That Don't Impress Me Much (Biomed Version)
Take B delivers a tighter country-rock arrangement with biting guitar work and confident vocal swagger.
The stories behind That Don't Impress Me Much (Biomed Version)
- Sass, Steel, and Country-Pop Precision in the OR — Take B delivers a tighter country-rock arrangement with biting guitar work and confident vocal swagger.
- When the Operating Room Camera Loses Power — A surgeon panics over a dead surgical display until a quick check on the floor solves the entire crisis.
Lyrics
I've met a few doctors who thought they were
God's gift to the hospital.
Check out this guy.
He drives a brand new
Porsche to the surgeon's lot. thinks he's the coolest thing that the clinic
guy gold watch on his wrist hair combed back real fine talking
about a stock portfolio down the line
He threw a cold red tantrum in the middle of
OR3 screaming, the video card has died on me.
He called me down in a panic, waving his sterile glove like the sky was falling
down from the clouds above.
So you spent 10 years at
Harvard school. Yeah, that's great honey but do you know how to use a power tool
and the special touch
Now don't get me wrong, yeah you do alright
But who powers up your cameras in the middle of the night?
The biomed girl, flip the power switch
That don't impress me much
I walked across the room, didn't break a sweat
Took one little glance at the video set
The heavy black power cord was lying on the tile I reached down
slow with an amused little smile
Clicked it in the socket, the screen lit up in green
The prettiest high -definition picture that he'd seen
He cleared his throat, blushed through his paper mask
Thank you, engineer,
for the technical task
Oh, so you're a big brain surgeon
That don't impress me much
So you've got the scalpel
And the special touch
Now don't get me wrong, yeah you do alright
But who powers up your cameras in the middle of the night?
The biomed girl, flip the power switch
That don't, that don't impress me much
Plug it in next time
Romeo
Yeah, that's what I thought.
