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