Used Cars
My little sister's in the front seat
With an ice cream cone
My Ma's in the back seat
Sittin' all alone
As my Pa steers her slow out of the lot
For a test drive down Michigan Avenue
Now, my Ma, she fingers her wedding band
And watches the salesman
Stare at my old man's hands
He's tellin' us all 'bout the break he'd give us if he could
But he just can't
Well, If I could I swear I know just what I'd do
Now, Mister, the day the lottery I win
I ain't never gonna ride in no used car again
Now the neighbors come from near and far
As we pull up in our brand new used car
I wish he'd just hit the gas and let out a cry
And tell 'em all they can kiss our asses goodbye
My Dad, he sweats the same job, from mornin' to morn
Me, I walk home on the same dirty streets where I was born
Up the block I can hear my little sister
In the front seat, blowin' that horn
The sound echoin' all down Michigan Avenue
Now, Mister, the day my nuber comes in
I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again