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?