I may be wrong, but I think you're wonderful

I may be wrong, but I think you're wonderful

I may be wrong, but I think you're swell

I like your style, say I think it's marvelous

I'm always wrong so how can I tell?

Deuces to me are all aces

Life is to me just a bore

Faces are all open spaces

You might be John Barrymore

You came along, say I think you're wonderful

I think you're grand, but I may be wrong

I may be wrong, but I think you're wonderful

I may be wrong, but I think you're swell

I like your style, say I really think it's marvelous

I'm always wrong so how can I tell?

Deuces to me are all aces

Life is to me just a bore

Faces are all open spaces

You might be John Barrymore

You came along, say I think you're wonderful

I think you're grand, but I may be wrong

You said that Edison would never make that light

You laughed at Mr. Franklin with his key and light

The point of the song is I'm always wrong

But with you baby, I'm, oh, so right