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
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