Bruce Springsteen - Used Cars

Used cars

My 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 telling 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 brandnew used car
I wish he’d just hit the gas and let out
A cry
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