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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, woe 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 Scatter-lings 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 Na na na na … If you'll be my bodyguard I can call you Betty If you'll be my bodyguard I can call you Betty If you'll be my bodyguard ...