| Next time I sing a ballad
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| And they say that I’m too pop
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| What the hell — if it gets me to the top
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| Next time I’ll be handsome
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| Or pretty at least
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| I will have big muscles — I’ll lay on the beach
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| Next time I’ll paint pictures
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| Like a real Van Gogh
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| Wear little black hats — hang my cigarettes so low
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| Sit in French cafes
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| Drinking French Pernod
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| Next time gigolo — Next time we go
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| Next time, next time, next time, ooh next time, next time
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| Next time I’ll be full blooded
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| 'Stead of half-cherokee
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| I’ll put on my warpaint — and they’ll listen to me
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| Next time I’ll tell my mama
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| With a baby on my knee (Say gay)
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| I’ll sweep and clean and dress my dream — kick that broke down washing machine
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| Next time, next time, next time, ooh next time, next time
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| Next time I’ll be kinder
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| And I’ll be tougher too
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| I won’t worry half as much — and neither will you
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| But for now I’ve got to go
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| On and strut my stuff
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| I’ll sing my song and swing along — Tomorrow I’ll be better off
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| Next time, next time, next time, ooh next time, next time
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| No, no next time
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| Wop, bob a loo bop bam
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| Next time
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| Anyone here seen Ray Charles?
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| James Brown |