歌词
作词 : B. Springsteen
作曲 : B. Springsteen
My 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 all about the break he'd give us
If he could, but he just cant
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
Wished my pa'd just hit the gas and let out a cry
And tell 'em they can just kiss our asses goodbye
Now mister, the day the lottery I win
I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again
Well my pa 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 number comes in
I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again