[Verse]
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 her slow out of the lot for a test drive down Michigan Avenue
Now my ma she fingers her wedding band
Watches the salesman stare at my old man's hands
He's tellin' us about the break he'd give us if he could
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 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 they can all kiss our ass goodbye
My dad he sweats the same job from mornin' to morn
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 its echoin all down the street
Now 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