Sung by Spiv, Flash & Floosies
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Spiv: I was born a slum gutter infantile,
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Brute-force educated, delinquent juvenile.
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I am a product of mass produced factory fodder,
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Streets full of tenement blocks, rat infested filth and squalor.
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I left school, went straight on the dole
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And unemployment's no enjoyment,
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Welfare State owned my mind and my body and my soul.
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So I worked my way up to be a second-hand car spiv,
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But don't judge me harshly because I'm just a slum kid.
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I built up my business with a quick wit and fist,
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So don't double-cross me or my hoods will dissect you
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With their black jacks and shiv.
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Slum kids never get a break, they've got to fight their way up.
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Wheel and deal, beg and steal,
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Sweat blood to earn a buck.
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I didn't want to work on the factory floor,
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I wasn't content, I wanted more
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Than to be a slave of a lathe,
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Work all day and go home bored.
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So a second- hand car spiv was what I became.
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I built an empire because I used my brains.
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Chorus: He was a second-hand car spiv up from the slums,
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So don't judge him harshly because he's just a slum kid.
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Then he moved into property, stocks and shares,
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Spiv: And into high finance and you've got to agree
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That running a multi-million corporation
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Sure beats selling cars second-hand.
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Chorus: Once he sold old worn out heaps to the punters on the street,
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Spiv: Now I'm in control of the country as a whole,
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And the world is at my feet.
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Chorus: The world is at his feet.
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Spiv: Power, power, I've got power oozing out of me,
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And when you think of all the things I've done
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It says a lot for one
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Who worked his way up from the streets.
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Yes I'm a second-hand car spiv.
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Do a deal, buy and sell,
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It's my trade, I know it well.
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Make a sale, ring the bell
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And let the suckers go to hell.
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Bank the profits, count the change
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Another sucker comes your way.
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Life is a crooked game,
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And slum kids never change.
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Second-Hand Car Spiv
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