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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 Letras de cancionesMy 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 From Letras Mania