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 shock redemption. Don’t want to end up a cartoon, in a cartoon graveyard.
Bone digger, Bone digger, dogs in the moonlight, far away my well lit door.
Mr. Beerbelly, beerbelly get these muts 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 be 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 woah 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.
Doesn’t speak the language he holds no currency. He is a foreign man, he is surrounded by the sound, sound, cattle in the market place, scatterlings and orphanages.
He looks around, around he sees angels in the architecture, spinning in infinity, he says angels allelieua.
If you’d 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, na na na na….etc.
