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