Never Be Clever – Herman Brood      Going down the line, my head up high   Wonder why it's so hard to feel fine   Got all I need   Plastic teeth   A pocket full of speed   And I'm cool with the heat   I got a groovy little lady   Seems I'm waisting het time   Got a hit and a bullet   Still back in crime      People say I used to do better   Si I guess I'm gonna have to get myself together      [Refrein:]   But I'll never   Ooh aah aah   I'll never be clever   I'll never be clever   Ooh aah aah   I'll never be clever      Some say I'm suicidal   With a sense of humour   Some say I'm faking it all   Trying to start rumours   Some people say a moment lasts longer   I find myself at home   Settled down, write a song   I'll love to hang around   In black people's places   Fascinated staring at faces   Holy mama, make me concentrate   Got to write a song   And I got to create      Going down the line, my head up high enz.