next time þarký sözü

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