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