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 wanna photo opportuninty
I wanna shot at redemption
don't wanna end up a cartoon in a cartoon graveyard
bone-digger, bone-digger,
dogs in the moonlight, far away my well-lit door
mister 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 is my wife and family
what if I die here
who'll be my role-model,
now that my roll model is gone, gone
he ducked back down the alleyway, with a
roly-poly little bat-faced girl
and all along, and 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
A man walks down the street, it's a
street in a strange world, or
maybe it's the third world, or
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
of cattle in the marketplace, and
scatterlings and orphanages
and he alooks around, around
and he sees angels in the architecture and they're
spionning in infinity, and he says, hey!
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!
nananananana
If you'll be my body guard
I can call you betty
If you'll be my body guard
I can call you betty
If you'll be my body guard
I can call you betty