Next time i sing a ballad And they say that i'm too pop What the **** - 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 ****) 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