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