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 out
  dear friend Ron
  now you look our for number one
  who would've guessed that
  you'd become
  what you hated
  And I guess it takes all kinds