Lyrics:

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 If I was in the army there'd be medals that I'd get If I ws in the circus, at least I