
Second-Hand Car Spiv The Kinks
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Sung by Spiv, Flash and Floosies
Spiv: 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
Chorus: 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
Spiv: 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
Chorus: 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
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