song: BMW
I sang for several years with a great singer named Luisa Corredor. We put out an album together called “Neurotic Cabaret”. She sings the lead here. As for the song, well, it’s pretty self explanatory. Just goes to show you that even getting cut off in traffic is inspiring.
Headed home on Friday, tired as a dog.
Thinking of the weekend, and sleeping like a log.
Pulled onto the freeway, running kind of late.
Feeling kind of nervous, getting ready for a date.
I looked out at the sunset (it was such a lovely view),
when I got cut off by some turkey in a BMW.
CHORUS:
Just another turkey in a BMW.
There’s too much farvergnügen on this road for me and you.
All I need to travel is a little room to spare.
But you must have an ego way to big for you to care.
You may think you’re special, but I got news for you.
You’re just another turkey in a BMW.
Tinted glass. A sunroof. Spoiler on the back.
Coming on so quick I nearly had a heart attack.
Blue metallic finish. Arizona plates.
Doing over 85 along the Interstate.
Telephone antenna with that little curlicue.
It’s just another turkey in a BMW.
CHORUS
I pulled up to my date’s house. I knocked upon his door.
A car was in his driveway, I’d seen somewhere before.
He said, “Oh, no, I’m sorry, I’ve got to break our date.
My brother came to visit. He came from out of state.”
I mumbled something stupid, and as I walked away,
I heard a woman laughing, and then I heard her say:
She said, “Infiniti’s a zero. A classy car, it ain’t!
Lexus is Toyota with an extra coat of paint.
Cadillac’s American. That’s all I got to say.
Mercedes Benz? Okay, we’re friends, but stay out of my way.
I may not be special, but I’m ahead of you!
I’m just another turkey in a BMW!”
CHORUS
Just another turkey! Just another yuppie!
just another asshole in a BMW!
© 1996 Paul Henry