Song | Used Cars |
Artist | Bruce Springsteen |
Album | Nebraska |
作词 : Springsteen | |
Lyrics:Bruce Springsteen Music:Bruce Springsteen | |
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 |
zuò cí : Springsteen | |
Lyrics: Bruce Springsteen Music: Bruce Springsteen | |
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 |