With his back against the San Francisco traffic
On the bridge's side that faces towards the jail
Setting out to join a demographic
He hoists his first leg up over the rail
Then a phone call's made and police cars show up quickly
And the sergeant slams his passenger door
He says, "Hey kid, why don't you talk through this with me?
Just tell me what you're doing it for"
"Oh, it's a little bit of everything
It's the mountains, it's the fog
It's the news at six o'clock
It's the death of my first dog"
"It's the angels up above me
It's the song that they don't sing
It's a little bit of everything"
There's an older man who stands in a buffet line
He is smiling and he's holding out his plate
And the further that he looks back into his timeline
That hard road always led him to today
He's is making up for when his bright future just left him
He's making up for the fact that his only son is gone
And letting everything out once, his server asks him
"Have you figured out yet, what it is you want?"
I think I have a little bit of everything
The biscuits and the beans
Whatever helps me to forget about
This things that brought me to my knees
So pile on those mashed potatoes
And how about an extra chicken wing
'Cause I'll be having a little bit of everything
Somewhere, a pretty girl is writing invitations
For her wedding she has scheduled and the fall
Her man says, "Baby, can I make just one quick observation?
You don't seem to be having any fun at all."
She said, "Bro, you can just worry about your groomsmen and your shirt-size
And rest assured that this is making me feel good."
I think that love is so much easier than you realize
If you can give yourself to someone, then you should
'Cause it's a little bit of everything
The way you joke, the way you ache
Each getting up way before you
So I can just sit down and watch you as you wake
So on the day in late September
It's not just some stupid little ring
I'll be getting a little bit of everything
It's a little bit of everything
It's the matador and the bull
It's the suggested daily dosage
It's the red moon when it's full
All these psychics and these doctors
They're all right and they're all wrong
It's like trying to make out every word
When they should simply hum along
It's not some message written in the dark
Or some truth that no one's seen
It's just a little bit of everything