Lyrics:

As We Were Speaking Of The Devil
you Walked Right In
wearing Hubris Like A Medal
you Revel In
but Its Me At Whom Youll Level
your Javelin


wasnt That Just Our Dear Friend Ron
throwing Your Weight Around The Sun
happier Now That Youve Become
what You Hated


im 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 Youve Become
what You Hated


and If I Dont Understand...
well, I Guess It Takes All Kinds


i Would Like To Keep This Vision
of You Intact--
when Wed 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 Wouldve Guessed That Youd Become
what You Hated


and I Guess It Takes All Kinds