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The Seicento

I had bought a nice Seicento,1
it was fast, faster than wind.
I’ll tell you how the story went –
they gutted it in five minutes.2
 
First, I’ll tell you what I do for a job:
I begin at ten, at noon I feel ragged,
I sell washing soda, lye, and soap,
and I make a wagonful of money.
 
Up and down the harbor on my moped,
with bleach, brush, and scourer,
I earn heaps of shillings,3
and I start feeling like buying me a Seicento.
 
I leave the car in front of a door,
they immediately nick the spare wheel