Next Week Sometime
And let the cool breeze fill my head
When this young lady walked up to me
And this is what she said
"Hey there mister you're a nice big fella
And your looking mighty fine
Howz about we go to a fine French restaurant
You can buy me imported wine"
I told her next week sometime, but no not now
I never did believe in buying Boudreauxs for ladies on the very first date
No how
Well I told her to give me sometime to think
And I might just buy that imported drink
But it'll be next week sometime
But no not now
Well I went to see the fortune teller
Just to have my fortune told
She said "young man your almost rich
Your worth a great big pot of gold
Now the way you've got to get this gold
You better listen while I tell
You've got to sneak into the lonesome graveyard
When the clock is striking 12
Well I got my pick and my shovel
I made the graveyard at 12 last night
When I got there I do declare
I spied a form all dressed in white
When I spied that form all dressed in white
My blood ran both hot and cold
He said "hey there mister don't be afraid
I'm going to help you dig your gold
I told him next week some time but no not now
I never did believe in digging ditches in a graveyard with a headless form
No how
Well me and this thing we when't chest to chest
He said "hey there buddy when you gonna rest?"
I said next week some time
But no not now!
Autor(es): Jörgen Elofsson