- It's Seven AM, the telephone rings,
- I get out of bed with a groan,
- "Hallo" coughs a voice "is that you Pat?"
- It's Trevor again on the phone.
- Be it ten in the evening or Christmas Day,
- Trevor would ring and I'd moan,
- Many's the time He'd catch me out,
- I've even been caught on the throne.
- Now Trevor's passed on to Heaven above,
- I'm sure he will find a spare phone,
- He'll ring round the Angels and suggest some
ideas,
- On how they should run his new home.
- So if you wake up on a cold drizzly night,
- To a row and a ringing tone,
- It's Saint Peter, who's shouting and holding
his head,
- Telling Trevor to get off the phone.
