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