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
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
What you hated
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
I guess it takes all kinds

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