PAUL SIMON
You Can Call Me Al
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 cartoonIn a cartoon graveyard
Bonedigger BonediggerDogs 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 attentionAnd 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 aroundHe 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
palI can call you Betty
And Betty when
you call me
You can call
me Al
Call
me
Al