It takes all kinds to keep
this world in place
It`s a fragile balance that
let`s us spin through space
So everybody`s got their job to do
and girl I guess the job
I`ve got is cryin` over you
And I should get a gold watch
for all the years I gave
I should get some interest now
for all the dues I`ve paid
I don`t know why I love you,
it`s just the job I do
I`m your registered, certified
card carryin` fool