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 photoI 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 wellMr. 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 whoa, my nights are so long!
Where's my wife and family?
What if I die here?
Who'll be my roleNow that my roleGone . gone,
He ducked back down the alley,
With some rolyAll 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, 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!
You can call me Al .
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