My little sister's in the front seat with an ice cream cone
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My ma's in the backseat sittin' all alone
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As my pa steers her slow out of the lot for a test drive down Michigan Avenue
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Now my ma she fingers her wedding band
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And watches the salesman stare at my old man's hands
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He's tellin' us all 'bout the break he'd give us if he could but he just can't
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Well if I could I swear I know just what I'd do
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Now mister the day the lottery I win I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again
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Now the neighbors come from near and far
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As we pull up in our brand new used car
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I wish he'd just hit the gas and let out a cry and tell 'em all they can kiss our asses goodbye
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My dad he sweats the same job from mornin' to mornn
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Me I walk home on the same dirty streets where I was born
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Up the block I can hear my little sister in the front seat blowin' that horn
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The sounds echo'in all down Michigan Avenue
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Now mister the day my number comes in I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again
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Used Cars
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| Bruce Springsteen |
