Текст Ian Dury – Clevor Trever

Just ‘cos I ain’t never had no nothing worth having never ever never, ever
You ain’t got no call not to think I wouldn’t I’m fall into thinking that I ain’t too, clever
And it ain’t not having one thing nor not another either neither is it anything, whatever
And it’s not not knowing that there ain’t nothing showing and I answer to the name, of Trevor

Just ‘cos I ain’t never said no nothing worth saying never ever never never, ever
Things have got read into what I never said till me mouth becomes me head which ain’t not all that, clever
And it’s not not saying one thing nor not another either neither is it anything I haven’t said, whatever
And it ain’t not proving that my mind ain’t moving and I answer to the name, of Trevor
However

Knock me down with a feather, Clever Trevor
Widebrows wonder whether Clever Trevor’s clever
Either have they got, nor neither haven’t not
Got no right to make a clot out of Trevor

Why should I feel bad about something I ain’t had
Such stupidiness is mad
‘Cos nothing underfoot comes to nothing less to add
To a load of old toot
And I ain’t half not half glad ‘cos there’s nowhere to put it even if I had
I’m a bit of a Jack the Lad

Knock me down with a feather, Clever Trevor
Widebrows wonder whether Clever Trevor’s clever
Either have they got, nor neither haven’t not
Got no right to make a clot out of Trevor

Also, it takes much longer to get up North, the slow way