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USED CARSMy sister's in the front seat with an icecream coneMy ma's 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 oldman's handsHe's telling us all about the break he'dgive usIf he could, but he just can'tWell if I could, I swear I know just whatNow, mister, the day the lottery I winI ain't ever gonna ride in no used caragainNow, the neighbors come from near and farAs we pull up in our brandnew used carI wish he'd 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 ain't ever gonna ride in no used caragain
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