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