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
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