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

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, ooh next time, next time

No, no next time

Wop, bob a loo bop bam

Next time

Anyone here seen

Ray Charles?

James Brown