Bruce Springsteen - Used Cars Lyrics
Used carsMy sisters in the front seat with an iceCream coneMy mas in the back seat sittin all aloneAs my pa steers her slow out of the lotFor a test drive down michigan avenueNow, my ma, she fingers her wedding bandAnd watches the salesman stare at my oldMans handsHes telling us all about the break hedGive usIf he could, but he just cantWell if I could, I swear I know just whatId doNow, mister, the day the lottery I winI aint ever gonna ride in no used carAgainNow, the neighbors come from near and farAs we pull up in our brandnew used carI wish hed just hit the gas and let outA cryTell `em all they can kiss our assesGoodbyeMy dad, he sweats the same job fromMornin to mornMe, I walk home on the same dirty streetsWhere I was bornUp the block I can hear my little sisterIn the front seat blowin that hornThe sounds echoin all down michiganAvenueNow, mister, the day my numbers comes inI aint ever gonna ride in no used carAgain
