Wait Till Next Year - Eric Burdon

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