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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-woo
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, 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

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