Letra de 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 slow out of the lot For a test drive down Michigan AvenueNow my ma, she sings her wedding band Watches the salesman stare at my old man's hands He's tellin' us all 'bout the break he'd give us If I could 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 againNow the neighbors come home 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 they can now kiss our asses goodbyeMy dad he sweats the same job from mornin' to mom Me I walk the same dirty streets where I was born Up the block I can hear my little sister in the front seat Blowin' that horn, it's echoin' all down the streetNow mister, the day my number comes in, I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again Mister, the day my number comes in, I ain't never gonna ride in no used car again