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

My ma's in the black 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 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 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 sounds echoin' all down Michigan Avenue



Now, mister, the day my numbers comes in I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car

again