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