Used Cars

My little sister's in the front seat, with an ice cream cone

My ma's in the backseat 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 about 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 ever 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 mornin'

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 sounds echoin' all down Michigan Avenue

Now mister, the day my number comes in

I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again