Clevor Trever-Ian Dury

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 However 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