Lyrics

I hate to be wrong, so lucky for me I have always been spared that particular indignity It's kind of a gift, it's kind of a curse But it's the single certainty in a random universe And I'm mildly alarmed that you can even dispute Wasn't I right about you? I hate to be wrong, but fortunately I haven't suffered that dilemma personally You must have picked up Well, there's a definite trend My vulgar means are always justified in the end And I'm slightly put out that you can even dispute Wasn't I right about you? Yes, I'm mildly alarmed that you can even dispute Wasn't I right about you?