wrong again

Some guys do everything right, but it's still not quite enough...

Every day you do the best that you can:
working for hours to be a modern man;
you eat your salad; you know it’s good for you;
drink your mineral water and stay right off the booze;

but she says you’re wrong again; you’re wrong again;
singing that song again; she says you’re wrong again.

Jog five miles in the morning before you leave for town;
pumping iron in the gym each night; supposed to help you get unwound;
rugby in the winter and tennis in the spring;
cricket every summer; always some damn thing,

but she says you’re wrong again; you’re wrong again;
singing that song again; she says you’re wrong again.

Wouldn’t it be nice to do just as you please;
even for a day or two but she won’t let you be.

She says you’re wrong again; you’re wrong again;
singing that song again; she says you’re wrong again.

Your diary is full of appointments with her friends;
you don’t see your buddies now; you can’t remember when
you last went down to Davy’s to play a little blues;
you think you’ll sneak out of the door just for an hour or two,

but she says you’re wrong again; you’re wrong again;
singing that song again; she says you’re wrong again.

Wrong again; you’re wrong again;
singing that song again; she says you’re wrong again.

(©2001 Stewart Bowman)