Just cos i ain't never ‘ad, no,
nothing worth having
never ever, never ever
you ain't got no call not to think
i wouldn't fall
into thinking that
i ain't too clever
and it ain't not having
one thing nor another
neither, either is it anything, whatever
and it's not not knowing that
there ain't nothing showing
and i answer to the name
of trever, however
Just cos i ain't never said, no,
nothing worth saying
never ever, never ever, never ever
things ‘ave got read into what i never sad,
till me mouth becomes me ‘ead
which ain't not all that clever
and it's not not saying
one thing nor another
neither, either is it anything
i haven't said, whatever
and it ain't not proving
that me mind ain't moving
and i answer to the name
of trever, 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 ‘ad
such stupidness is mad
cos nothing underfoot
comes to nothing less to add
to a load of old toot
and i ain't half not half
cos there's nowhere to put it
even if i ‘ad 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