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 unemployments 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 dont judge me harshly because Im just a slum kid. I built up my business with a quick wit and fist, So dont double-cross me or my hoods will dissect you With their black jacks and shiv. Slum kids never get a break, theyve got to fight their way up. Wheel and deal, beg and steal, Sweat blood to earn a buck. I didnt want to work on the factory floor, I wasnt 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 dont judge him harshly because hes just a slum kid. Then he moved into property, stocks and shares, Spiv: and into high finance and youve 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 Im 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, Ive got power oozing out of me, And when you think of all the things Ive done It says a lot for one Who worked his way up from the streets. Yes Im a second-hand car spiv. Do a deal, buy and sell, Its 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.