Second-Hand Car Spiv 歌词

歌曲	Second-Hand Car Spiv
歌手	The Kinks
专辑	Preservation Act 2
下载	Image LRC TXT

	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 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.

	Sung by spiv, flash floosies
	Spiv: i was born a slum gutter infantile,
	Bruteforce 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 secondhand 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 doublecross 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 secondhand 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 multimillion corporation
	Sure beats selling cars secondhand.
	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 secondhand 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.

	Sung by spiv, flash floosies
	Spiv: i was born a slum gutter infantile,
	Bruteforce 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 secondhand 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 doublecross 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 secondhand 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 multimillion corporation
	Sure beats selling cars secondhand.
	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 secondhand 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.

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