Tytuł: Second-hand car

• Wykonawca: The Kinks
• Wyświetleń: 640

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 shiv.
   Slum kids never get a break, they've got to fight their way up.
   Wheel and deal, beg and steal,
   Sweat blood to earn a buck.
   I didn't want to work on the factory floor,
   I wasn't content, I wanted more
   Than 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 don't judge him harshly because he's just a slum kid.
   Then he moved into property, stocks and shares,
  
   Spiv: And into high finance and you've got to agree
   That running a multi-million corporation
   Sure beats selling cars second-hand.
  
   Chorus: Once he sold old worn out heaps to the punters on the street,
  
   Spiv: Now I'm 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, 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 profits, count the change
   Another sucker comes your way.
   Life is a crooked game,
   And slum kids never change.