A man walks down the street

                                He says why am I soft in the middle now                                         Why am I soft in the middle                         The rest of                 my life is
                                                        so hard

                        I need a photo-opportunity

                                I want a shot at redemption

                                                Don't want to end up a cartoon.                                                 In a cartoon graveyard


                                                        Bonedigger Bonedigger

        Dogs in the moonlight

                        Far away my well-lit door                         Mr. Beerbelly Beerbelly                                                         Get these mutts away from me

                                        You know                                                

I                                                  don't                                                  find                                                  this                                                  stuff                                                  amusing                                                  anymore
                        If you'll be my bodyguard                                 I can be your long lost pal I can call you Betty

                And Betty when you call me You can call me Al

                                A man walks down the street                 He says

                                why am I short of attention

                                Got a short little span of attention                 And wo my nights are so long

Where's my wife and family


What if I die here

Who'll be my role-model Now that my role-model is



Gone Gone

                                He ducked back down the alley                                         With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl

                                                                All along along
                                        There were incidents and accidents                                                 There were hints and allegations
        If you'll be my bodyguard,         I can be your long lost pal.         I can call you Betty,

                                                And Betty when you call me,                                                         You can call me Al.                                         Call me Al

                                        A man walks down the street, It's a street in a strange world.

                                Maybe it's the Third World.

Maybe it's his first time around.
He doesn't speak the language,                                 He holds no currency.                                                         He is a foreign man.                                                 He is surrounded by the sound.

                                                                                The sound

                                                                                                                 Cattle in the marketplace Scatterlings and orphanages                                 He looks around,                                         around

He sees angels in the architecture Spinning in                                                 infinity.

                                He says Amen! and Hallelujah!

                                If you'll be my bodyguard,                 I can be your long lost pal.                                                                         I can call you Betty,

                                And Betty when you call me You can call me Al.                                                         Call me Al.