The Kinks - Second-Hand Car Spiv lyrics
[The Kinks - Second-Hand Car Spiv lyrics]
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 dole
And unemployment's 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 don't judge me harshly because
I'm just a slum kid
I built up my business with
A quick wit and fist
So don't double-cross me or my
Hoods will dissect you
With their black jacks and shivs
Slum kids never get a break
They've got to fight their way up
Beg and steal, wheel and deal
Sweat blood to earn a buck
I didn't want to work on the factory floor
I wasn't content, I wanted more
Than be a slave to 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
He was a second hand car
Spiv up from the slums
So don't judge him harshly because
He's just a slum kid
Then he moved into property
Stocks and shares and into high finance
And you've got to agree
That running a multi-million corporation
Sure beats selling cars second hand
Once he sold old worn out heaps
To the punters on the street
Now I'm in control of the country as a whole
And the world is at my feet
The world is at his feet
Power, power, I've got power oozing out of me
And when you think of all
The things I've done it says a lot for one
Who worked his way up from the streets
Yes I'm a second hand car spiv
Do a deal, buy and sell
It's my trade, I know it well
Make a sale, ring the bell
And let the suckers go to hell
Bank the profit's, count the change
Another sucker comes your way
Life is a crooked game
And slum kids never change
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 dole
And unemployment's 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 don't judge me harshly because
I'm just a slum kid
I built up my business with
A quick wit and fist
So don't double-cross me or my
Hoods will dissect you
With their black jacks and shivs
Slum kids never get a break
They've got to fight their way up
Beg and steal, wheel and deal
Sweat blood to earn a buck
I didn't want to work on the factory floor
I wasn't content, I wanted more
Than be a slave to 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
He was a second hand car
Spiv up from the slums
So don't judge him harshly because
He's just a slum kid
Then he moved into property
Stocks and shares and into high finance
And you've got to agree
That running a multi-million corporation
Sure beats selling cars second hand
Once he sold old worn out heaps
To the punters on the street
Now I'm in control of the country as a whole
And the world is at my feet
The world is at his feet
Power, power, I've got power oozing out of me
And when you think of all
The things I've done it says a lot for one
Who worked his way up from the streets
Yes I'm a second hand car spiv
Do a deal, buy and sell
It's my trade, I know it well
Make a sale, ring the bell
And let the suckers go to hell
Bank the profit's, count the change
Another sucker comes your way
Life is a crooked game
And slum kids never change