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