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?

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?

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 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

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