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