Eric Burdon & The Animals

Why does everybody sing the same old song to me
Ive heard it before so wake me up when youre done
Voices of doom, intent on reformin me
Relentlessly informin me that I am a bum
Wait till next year, wait till next year
Youve 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
Everyones so nice it makes me sick
Go ahead and find another dog to kick
Why do you do it, why dont you all leave me alone
If you dont approve of me, go home
Youre world is restricted and Ive been evicted
Condemned and convicted for being myself
They never stop whinin if my shoes need shinin
My manners need refinin and theyre anxious to help
Wait till next year, wait till next year
Ive got an image to nurse, and a role to rehearse
And by this time next year I should be even worse
[ Wait Till Next Year Lyrics ]