A man walks
down the street
He says:
Why am I soft in
the middle now?
Why am I soft
in the middle when
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 from my
well-lit room
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 oh 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 hat-faced girl
All along
All 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
Don'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
and around
He sees angels
in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says Amen!
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
Na na na na
Na na na na
Na na na na
Na na na na
Na na na na
Na na
Na na na na
Na na na na
Na na na na
You can be
my bodyguard
I can call
you Betty
You can be
my bodyguard