Drove my Alfa - the Romeo
Way to home, ‘fraid I do not know...
Took the wrong way home
Took the wrong way home

‘Cos, GPS, thought I’d set it good
By God, I’m scared, now I’m in the ‘hood
Take the wrong way home
Take the wrong way home

And there are signs that I fear, don’t know where I’ve been-ery
Unknown scenery has got me down, boy
And then your wife speaks: “Just ask at that mart – we’ll re-orient”
Oh, you’re abhorrin’ it – ‘fraid you’ll appear a dunce

Bear to the left? Turning to the right?
I take a trip to a place not right
And take the long way home
Take the wrong way home

Wish I still had street directory
Idea outdated, but was so easy
You take the long way home
Take the wrong way home

And soon the street is unpaved, it’s so unmaneuv’rable
Tons of ruttables, think it’s corduroy
Oh what a plight: seems our trek is proving circuitous
Trip’s kaput-uous, is there no way home?

And I feel that my drive’s become Robert Frostily
Oh his philosophy: road less worn, employ
When you look rear-view mirror you see where you should have been
oh, what plight you’re in
It’s sure mad, that I’m

Oh, a mistake: put the pedal down
A dead-end and a cliff’s around
You took the wrong way home
You took the wrong way home...