[00:00.00] 作词 : Raymond Douglas Davies
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Raymond Douglas Davies
[00:03.42]Sung by spiv, flash & floosies
[00:03.99]Spiv：i was born a slum gutter infantile,
[00:06.81]Brute-force educated, delinquent juvenile.
[00:13.41]I am a product of mass produced factory fodder,
[00:16.56]Streets full of tenement blocks, rat infested filth and squalor.
[00:22.92]I left school, went straight on the dole
[00:24.72]And unemployment's no enjoyment,
[00:26.31]Welfare state owned my mind and my body and my soul.
[00:29.16]So i worked my way up to be a second-hand car spiv,
[00:36.96]But don't judge me harshly because i'm just a slum kid.
[00:44.88]I built up my business with a quick wit and fist,
[00:50.79]So don't double-cross me or my hoods will dissect you
[00:56.76]With their black jacks and shiv.
[01:00.12]Slum kids never get a break, they've got to fight their way up.
[01:03.21]Wheel and deal, beg and steal,
[01:04.98]Sweat blood to earn a buck.
[01:09.75]I didn't want to work on the factory floor,
[01:11.28]I wasn't content, i wanted more
[01:12.75]Than to be a slave of a lathe,
[01:14.52]Work all day and go home bored.
[01:19.20]So a second- hand car spiv was what i became.
[01:25.44]I built an empire because i used my brains.
[01:29.40]Chorus: he was a second-hand car spiv up from the slums,
[01:37.17]So don't judge him harshly because he's just a slum kid.
[01:47.73]Then he moved into property, stocks and shares,
[01:53.37]Spiv: and into high finance and you've got to agree
[02:01.08]That running a multi-million corporation
[02:04.50]Sure beats selling cars second-hand.
[02:07.14]Chorus: once he sold old worn out heaps to the punters on the street,
[02:24.39]Spiv: now i'm in control of the country as a whole,
[02:25.98]And the world is at my feet.
[02:28.29]Chorus: the world is at his feet.
[02:30.75]Spiv: power, power, i've got power oozing out of me,
[02:41.52]And when you think of all the things i've done
[02:43.59]It says a lot for one
[02:45.30]Who worked his way up from the streets.
[02:49.32]Yes i'm a second-hand car spiv.
[03:06.18]Do a deal, buy and sell,
[03:07.74]It's my trade, i know it well.
[03:09.36]Make a sale, ring the bell
[03:11.01]And let the suckers go to hell.
[03:12.48]Bank the profits, count the change
[03:17.52]Another sucker comes your way.
[03:18.99]Life is a crooked game,
[03:20.52]And slum kids never change.

作词 : Raymond Douglas Davies
作曲 : Raymond Douglas Davies
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.