Next year, Baby - Jamie Cullum

Next Year,
Things are gonna change,
Gonna drink less beer
And start all over again.

Gonna pull up my socks,
Gonna clean my shower,
Not gonna live by the clock,
But get up at a decent hour.

Gonna read more books,
Gonna keep up with the news,
Gonna learn how to cook
And spend less money on shoes.

Pay my bills on time,

File my mail away, everyday.

Only drink the finest wine

And call my Gran every Sunday.

Resolutions,
Well...

Baby they come and go.

Will I do any of these things?

The answers probably no.

But if there's one thing, I must do,

Despite my greatest fears,

I'm gonna say to you

How I've felt all of these years.

Next Year, Next Year, Next Year

I gonna tell you, how I feel.

Well, resolutions...

Baby they come and go.

Will I do any of these things?

The answers probably no.

But if there's one thing, I must do,

Despite my greatest fears,

I'm gonna say to you

How I've felt all of these years.

Next Year, Next Year, Next Year.