I May Be Wrong

. . . but I Think You’re Wonderful, 1929.
Words by Harry Ruskin.
Music by Henry Sullivan and Milton Ager.


Sheet music provided by Laurence Rubenstein:


Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:


Lyrics

  1. When I play roulette, when I place a bet
    I have been a loser all my life
    Like a two year old I pick ’em bad I’m told
    Still, I think I’d find in you a perfect wife

Chorus
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?
All of my shirts are unsightly
All of my ties are a crime
If dear in you I’ve picked rightly
It’s the very first time
You came along, say, I think you’re wonderful
I think you’re grand, but, I may be wrong

  1. Though your lot is sad, I am just as bad
    Mine is really quite a hopeless case
    Oculists advise glasses for my eyes
    Without them I can’t even see your face

Chorus
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
But I can’t see 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


Sung here by Fred Feild: