Wrong Again (Let's Face It)

The journalist writes down

The things he remembers,

The things he forgets

Are the things that you feel

Gets off on his own quotes,

And breaks into (Thatcher?),

I don't understand...

Who will buy him a meal?

(Chorus)

Let's face it, I'm wrong again

Let's face it, it's still Sunday

Let's face it, I'm wrong again

Let's face it, it don't worry me

You feel in the first set,

That this is a nightmare,

I can't hear a word

And I don't feel a thing,

The manager looks on,

Ignoring the problem

'Cuz he's the solution,

So, what's in it for him?

(Chorus)

You get so excited,

And then you are let down

The idea that you had

Is pushed to one side

But, then in the next set,

It's perfectly magic,

And all of your problems

Are suddenly fine

(Chorus)