text: My little sisters in the front seat with an ice cream cone
  My mas 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
  And watches the salesman stare at my old mans hands
  Hes tellin us all bout the break hed give us if he could but he just cant
  Well if I could I swear I know just what Id do
  Now mister the day the lottery I win I aint 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 hed 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 mornin
  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 number comes in I aint ever gonna ride in no used car again