Next Time - Boy George

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