Spinning out

I had a solid job all right just a student summer job
and I drove my little (brown hatchback) car okay
the car my father figure bought me but I drove to my job
which I found every day also Saturday for the overtime

I suddenly wanted £££ and it was a job I could understand
fill in the forms add up the numbers steal the stationery
stare at the girls get the rewards
you scummy summertime creep
singalonging to the radio in your brown pop-pop car

Some days he needed the (legal) powders on account
of failures of nerve then one last Friday spent
his dough on a new (vinyl) release and danced
around his bedroom in that big white shirt

With grease in his hair dervishing to Gut of the Quantifier
now as my mind goes back to those few minutes of
genuine spinning delight I still feel affection
for that lost little loser all so small in le grand ensemble
but he had that release & he felt free for those five minutes