(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...