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
