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