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
 'Cause 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