My little sister's in the front seat with an ice cream cone My ma's in the back seat sitting 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 brand new used car I wish he'd just hit the gas and let out a cry And tell them all they can kiss our asses goodbye My dad he sweats the same job from morning 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 blowing that horn The sounds echoing all down Michigan Avenue Now mister the day my number comes in I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again