Tekstovi: Ian Dury And The Blockheads. Clever Trevor.

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
Either, neither is it anything, whatever
And it's not not knowing that their 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 never, ever
Things 'ave got read into what I never said, 'till me mouth becomes me 'ead
Which ain't not all that clever
And it's not not saying one thing nor not 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 glad 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
Our of Trevor

"Also, it takes much longer to get up north, the slow way."