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