Used Cars — текст песни (Bruce 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
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 mornn
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 echo`in all down Michigan Avenue

Now mister the day my number comes in I ain`t ever gonna ride in no used car again