I can see you hanging on my bumper.
Very clearly in my rearview mirror.
I'll bet your car's an engineering wonder
I'll bet you're drinking wine instead of beer.
I can see you feeling so superior
Those turning heads are swelling you with pride
But don't you know that beautiful exterior
Cannot hide the jerk who sits inside?

CHORUS
I don't brake for BMW's
It don't matter how much dough you've got, got, got.
I don't brake for BMW's
So think twice before you cut me off

Bet you've got an income in six figures
I can see it written on your grill
Bet that everything you own is bigger
Than anything that I ever will
Bet you got a private club to golf in.
If you had a private road, you'd drive that, too.
But then you'd miss the pleasure of watching
Everyone just wishing they was you.

Now you're moving over to the fast lane
Picking up a little bit of speed.
Suddenly, you make another lane change,
Just a couple feet in front of me.
I can see the finely detailed paint job,
Quality I never could afford.
You sure make me feel like a poor slob.
You sure make me glad I ain't insured.