I've driven a Rover for many a year,
And the drivers in Newcastle view it with fear,
But now I'm promoted my earnings will soar,
And I will never drive an old Rover no more
And it's no, nay, never; no, nay, never, no more
Will I drive an old Rover; no, never no more.
I went to a car-park I used to frequent,
And I told the attendant my permit was spent,
I said: I'm the Dean. He said: Maybe you are,
But you can't come in here with that dirty old car,
And it's no, nay, never; no, nay, never, no more
Can you park your old Rover; no never, no more.
I'll take in my log book, confess what I've been,
And I'll ask him to pardon their prodigal Dean,
They'll give me a permit as oft times before,
And I'll manage to park my old Rover once more.
And it's no, nay, never; no, nay, never, no more,
Will they stop my old Rover; no never, no more.