Wasn't I Right About You

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?