Second-Hand Car Spiv The Kinks
"Second-Hand Car Spiv" by The Kinks, released in 1971, is a #Rock song that critiques consumerism and the shady practices of car salesmen. The lyrics convey a sense of disillusionment with materialism, highlighting the deceptive nature of second-hand purchases. Musically, it features catchy melodies and witty storytelling, reflecting the band's sharp social commentary. Its cultural impact lies in its exploration of everyday life and the pitfalls of capitalism.
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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