Kinks, The - Second-Hand Car Spiv Lyrics
[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,
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,
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.
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Kinks, The Second-Hand Car Spiv Comments
Fantastic!!
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.
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.
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,
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.
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,
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.
This might be one of the greatest villain songs of all time, it's so devious and yet so wacky at the same time.
The female voices are amazing!
What an awesome arrangement!
"Industrial" music.
This song is just beyond the pale, in the best possible way.
Agreed.