Used Cars
My sister's in the front seat with an ice cream cone
My ma's in the back seat sitting all alone
My pa steers her slow outta the lot
For a test drive down Michigan Avenue
My ma she fingers her wedding band
Watches the salesman stare at my oldman's hands
He's tellin' us all 'bout the break he'd give us if he could but he just can't
Yeah, and if I could I know just what I would do
Cause mister, the day the lottery I win
I ain't ever gonna ride no used car again
And the neighbours 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 they can kiss our asses goodbye
tell 'em they can kiss our asses goodbye
My dad he sweats the same job from mornin' to morn
And I walk home on the same dirty streets where I was born
I can hear my sister in the front seat blowin' that horn
The sounds echo all down Michigan Avenue
Yeah and mister, the day my number comes in
I ain't ever gonna ride no used car again
Yeah and mister, the day the lottery I win
I ain't ever gonna ride no used car again