E A E With his back against the San Francisco traffic, B E On the bridges side that faces towards the jail, C#m B A Setting out to join a demographic, E A E He hoists his first leg up over the rail. E A E And a phone call is made, police cars show up quickly. B E The sergeant slams his passenger door. C#m B A He says, "Hey son why don't you talk through this with me, E A E Just tell me what you're doing it for." C#m E Oh, it's a little bit of everything, C#m It's the mountains, G#m It's the fog, A E It's the news at six o'clock, B It's the death of my first dog, E A It's the angels up above me, E C#m It's the song that they don't sing, E A E It's a little bit of everything. E A E Somewhere a pretty girl is writing invitations, B E To a wedding she has scheduled for the fall, C#m B A Her man says, Baby, can I make an observation? E A E You don't seem to be having any fun at all. E A E She said, You just worry about your groomsmen and your shirt-size, B E And rest assured that this is making me feel good, C#m B A I think that love is so much easier than you realize, E A E If you can give yourself to someone, then you should. C#m E Cause it's a little bit of everything, C#m G#m The way you joke, the way you ache, A E It is waking up before you, B So I can watch you as you wake. E A So in the day in late September, E C#m It's not some stupid little ring, E A E I'm giving a little bit of everything. C#m E Oh, it's a little bit of everything, C#m G#m It's the matador and the bull, A E It's the suggested daily dosage, B It is the red moon when it's full. E A All these psychics and these doctors, E C#m They're all right and they're all wrong, E A It's like trying to make out every word, E C#m When they should simply hum along, E A It's not some message written in the dark, E C#m Or some truth that no one's seen, E A E It's a little bit of everything.