Eric Burdon & The Animals Wait Till Next Year
Why does everybody sing the same old song to me I've heard it before so wake me up when you're done Voices of doom, intent on reformin' me Relentlessly informin' me that I am a bum
Wait till next year, wait till next year You've noticed, I guess, that my clothes are a mess And by this time next year I should care even less
Thanks for the advice, you cut me up real quick Everyone's so nice it makes me sick Go ahead and find another dog to kick Why do you do it, why don't you all leave me alone If you don't approve of me, go home
You're world is restricted and I've been evicted Condemned and convicted for being myself They never stop whinin' if my shoes need shinin' My manners need refinin' and they're anxious to help
Wait till next year, wait till next year I've got an image to nurse, and a role to rehearse And by this time next year I should be even worse
