Well, I guess it takes all kinds
Wearing hubris like a medal, you revel in
I guess it takes all kinds
Who was sure to be your victim of circumstance
Throwing your weight around the sun
What you hated
Publisher: YOU CAN'T TAKE IT WITH YOU
What you hated
Now you look out for number one
Selling the soul you swore upon
But it's me at whom you'll level, your javelin
Songwriters: Jon Brion, Aimee Mann
Once you were just our dear friend Ron
Wasn't that just our dear friend Ron?
What you hated
Who would've guessed that you'd become
If I don't understand
What you hated
Once you were just our dear friend Ron
I'm surprised, I even thought I had half a chance
When we'd hang around and listen to Bacharach
Happier now that you've become
I was just one in a million of also-rans
And you loved the world you lived in and it loved you back
As we were speaking of the devil, you walked right in
Spreading the word that you've become
I would like to keep this vision of you intact
What you hated