Kinks - Second-hand Car Spiv Lyrics
Sung by spiv, flash & floosiesSpiv: I was born a slum gutter infantile,Brute-force educated, delinquent juvenile.I am a product of mass produced factory fodder,Streets full of tenement blocks, rat infested filth and squalor.I left school, went straight on the doleAnd unemployments no enjoyment,Welfare state owned my mind and my body and my soul.So I worked my way up to be a second-hand car spiv,But dont judge me harshly because Im just a slum kid.I built up my business with a quick wit and fist,So dont double-cross me or my hoods will dissect youWith their black jacks and shiv.Slum kids never get a break, theyve got to fight their way up.Wheel and deal, beg and steal,Sweat blood to earn a buck.I didnt want to work on the factory floor,I wasnt content, I wanted moreThan to be a slave of a lathe,Work all day and go home bored.So a second- hand car spiv was what I became.I built an empire because I used my brains.Chorus: he was a second-hand car spiv up from the slums,So dont judge him harshly because hes just a slum kid.Then he moved into property, stocks and shares,Spiv: and into high finance and youve got to agreeThat running a multi-million corporationSure beats selling cars second-hand.Chorus: once he sold old worn out heaps to the punters on the street,Spiv: now Im in control of the country as a whole,And the world is at my feet.Chorus: the world is at his feet.Spiv: power, power, Ive got power oozing out of me,And when you think of all the things Ive doneIt says a lot for oneWho worked his way up from the streets.Yes Im a second-hand car spiv.Do a deal, buy and sell,Its my trade, I know it well.Make a sale, ring the bellAnd let the suckers go to hell.Bank the profits, count the changeAnother sucker comes your way.Life is a crooked game,And slum kids never change.
