Songtext von It Takes all kinds

As we were speaking of the devil you walked right in wearing hubris like a medal you revel in but it's me at whom you'll level your javelin Wasn't that just our dear friend Ron? Throwing your weight around the sun happier now that you've become what you hated I'm surprised I even thought I had half a chance I was just one in a million of also-rans who was sure to be your victim of circumstance Once you were just our dear friend Ron selling the soul you swore upon spreading the word that you've become what you hated And if I don't understand... well, I guess it takes all kinds I would like to keep this vision of you intact-- when we'd hang around and listen to Bacharach and you loved the world you lived in and it loved you back Once you were just our dear friend Ron now you look out for number one who would've guessed that you'd become what you hated And I guess it takes all kinds