Chris Moyles – Car Salesman lyrics

Every time I need to see your face I just close my eyes
At Christmas time I like to eat lots of warm mince pies
And then I get into my car and I drive
It's a really nice car, chicachicachenta
Drivin' up and down the roads, makes me feel hard
I never drink and drive, because I might just be barred
And then I'd have to take the bus, or even a cab
Or a tube or a train
Or even a push bike
Come and stand and look at my mo'or
When I'm old, I'll give it to my daugh'er
Do not try to steal my car 'cause
I can sue you
I'm a car salesman
I am no way a dustman
And I sell new and used cars
I like sellin'
And I really like yellin'
If I could, I'd have a dealership in mars
When I started off I was a young little boy
My Daddy always taught me not to play with my toys
Instead he took me out and then we worked on his car
He had a little problem
It was c-c-carburettor
Now that I'm a man, In have a car of my own
I polish every Sunday leaving out to my home
My dealership is bigger, have an office and desk
And I employ lots of people, including a lady
My name's Dave and this is my showroom
Take my holiday each year in June
Even have my own villa
In Ibiza
I'm a car salesman
I am no way a dustman
And I sell new and used cars (new and used cars)
I like sellin'
And I really like yellin'
If I could I'd have a dealership in mars