(my) space diary: Clevor Trevor

Sunday, September 21, 2014

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 oen thing nor another

niether, either is it anything, whatever

and it's not not knowing that thier ain't nothign 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 ist anything I haven't said, whatever

and it ain't not proving that me mind ain't moving

and I answer to the naem of Trever, however

knock me down with a feather

Clever Trevor

widebrows wonder wether Clever Trevor's clever

either have they got

nor neither haven't not

got no right to make a clot

our 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 co there's nowhere to put it

even if I 'ad i'm a bit of a Jack the Lad