Used Cars - Bruce Springsteen
    My little sister's in the front seat with an ice cream cone

    My ma's in the black seat 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
    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


    Marco Giunco
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