Used Cars Songtext
von Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band

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

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 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