Disclaimer: It's J.K.'s world…I just like to play in it because she has the coolest toys, so welcome to the game. And when I'm done, I promise I'll put them all away.

A/N: Hey so this is my first 'parody song fic' Just got inspired by listening to Country radio, of course! Hehe, combining two of my favorite things, Harry Potter and Country Music!

I've known a few girls who thought they were pretty smart

But you've got Transfiguration down to an art

You think you're a genius -- you drive Snape up a wall

You're a Gryfindor Prefect and a know-it-all

Oh-oo-oh, so your teeth are normal

Oh-oo-oh, you think your brain's all that.

Okay, so you're Hermione Granger

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 map all in his pocket

And an invisibility cloak, up his sleeve

All that extra sneaking round at night oughta lock ya'

'Cause Heaven forbid you should get caught by Peeves

Oh-oo-oh, so your scars real special

Oh-oo-oh, you escaped death four times

Okay, so you're Harry Potter

That don't impress me much

So you're sneakin' round but have you got the touch

Don't get me wrong, with Fred and George that's alright

But that gets them in trouble in the middle of the night

That don't impress me much

You're one of those guys with brown eyes and red hair

But let me count, there's five more over there

I can't believe your jealous of your friends fame?

C'mon baby tell me, again what was your name?

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

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

Okay, so you're Ron Weasley

That don't impress me much

So you've got six siblings, but have you got the touch

Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright

But five others to chose from in the middle of the night

That don't impress me much

I never knew a guy who carried a Nimbus in his pocket

And paid off the ref, by taking her to bed

And all the extra penalty shots that you block like a rocket

'Cause heaven forbid Slytherin should get ahead!

Oh-oo-oh you think your special

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

Okay, so you're Oliver Wood

That don't impress me much

So you play the game, but have you got the touch?

Don't me wrong, you're a keeper alright

But flying on your broom on those long cold lonely nights??

That don't impress me much.

I've never known a guy with a dungeon for a heart

And you've got Potion brewin' down to an art

All the students hate you, yes I said all

You're a former death eater and a greasy slime ball!

Oh-oo-oh you think you're special

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

Ok so you're Severus Snape

That don't impress me much

So you can brew poison but have you got the touch?

Don't get me wrong, wait, I hate your guts

And you'd be nice and comfy in a tomb with king Tut!

That don't impress me much!

That don't impress me much!

So what do you think you're Dumbledore or something?

Whatever!