Next Time

Next time I sing a ballad

And they say that I'm too pop

What the hell

If it gets me to the top

Next time I'll be handsome

Or pretty at least

I will have big muscles

I'll lay on the beach

Next time I'll paint pictures

Like a real Van Gogh

Wear little black hats

Hang my cigarettes so low

Sit in French cafes

Drinking French Pernod

Next time gigolo

Next time we go

Next time, next time, next time

Ooh next time, next time

Next time I'll be full blooded

'Stead of half-cherokee-woo

I'll put on my warpaint

And they'll listen to me

Next time I'll tell my mama

With a baby on my knee - (Say gay)

I'll sweep and clean and dress my dream

Kick that broke down washing machine

Next time, next time, next time

Ooh next time, next time

Next time I'll be kinder

And I'll be tougher too

I won't worry half as much

And neither will you

But for now I've got to go

On and strut my stuff

I'll sing my song and swing along

Tomorrow I'll be better off next time

Next time, next time, next time

Ooh next time, next time

No no next time

Wop, bob a loo bop bam

Next time

Anyone here seen Ray Charles

James Brown