SecondHand Car Spiv — текст песни (Kinks)

Sung by spiv, flash & 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 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 you

With 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 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 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 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 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 done

It says a lot for one

Who 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 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.