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?
