(Written by M. Campbell, D. Lee & F. Weller) Some men look for diamonds Some men look for gold I'm just trying to find myself Before I get too old Different people have their ways Of measuring success Maybe it's not the right way But wrong's what I do best Well I walk the straight and narrow Straight to where I don't belong One time I even tried to love one woman But that didn't last too long If my ship is docking in the east You can bet I'd be heading west Right in the wrong direction 'Cause wrong's what I do best When I'm down and out And can't get up I feel right at home When I got the blues And it's all bad news That's when I'm in my comfort zone But, If they held a loser's playoff There'd be no contest 'Cause I've had lots of practice And wrong's what I do best Instrumental If my ship is docking in the east You can bet I'd be heading west I'm right in the wrong direction 'Cause wrong's what I do best Right in the wrong direction 'Cause wrong's what I do best...