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