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