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
Riding the wrong direction
`Cause wrong`s what I do best
When I`m down and out
And can`t get up [ rest of line ?]
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
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
If my ship is docking in the east
You can bet I`d be heading west
I`m riding the wrong direction
`Cause wrong`s what I do best
Riding the wrong direction
`Cause wrong`s what I do best