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 ´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 mornn
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 echo´in all down Michigan Avenue

Now mister the day my number comes in I ain´t ever gonna ride in no used car again