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