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'd have a net
If I was an electrician,
I might could find a spark
And if I could be a surgeon,
Girl, I might could find your heart

But I keep bending over backwards
just to be your limbo man
while you drop that stick
another notch every chance you can

I don't know why I love you,
it's just the job I do
I'm your registered, certified
card carryin' fool

Oh if I was a gambler
I might have better luck
If I was mathematician
I could make it all add up
But when it comes down to it
all I want to do
Is be your registered, certified
card carryin' fool.