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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