You Can Call Me Al

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"
 Bone digger, bone digger
 Dogs in the moonlight
 Far away in my well-lit door
 Mr. Beer Belly, Beer Belly
 Get these mutts away from me, you know
 I don't find this stuff amusing anymore
 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
 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 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'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 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, the 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'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
 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
 If you'll be my bodyguard (ooh)
 I can call you Betty (ooh)
 If you'll be my bodyguard (ooh)
 I can call you Betty (ooh)
 If you'd be my bodyguard
 
 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"
 Bone digger, bone digger
 Dogs in the moonlight
 Far away in my well-lit door
 Mr. Beer Belly, Beer Belly
 Get these mutts away from me, you know
 I don't find this stuff amusing anymore
 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
 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 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'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 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, the 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'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
 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
 If you'll be my bodyguard (ooh)
 I can call you Betty (ooh)
 If you'll be my bodyguard (ooh)
 I can call you Betty (ooh)
 If you'd be my bodyguard
 
 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"
 Bone digger, bone digger
 Dogs in the moonlight
 Far away in my well-lit door
 Mr. Beer Belly, Beer Belly
 Get these mutts away from me, you know
 I don't find this stuff amusing anymore
 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
 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 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'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 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, the 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'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
 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
 If you'll be my bodyguard (ooh)
 I can call you Betty (ooh)
 If you'll be my bodyguard (ooh)
 I can call you Betty (ooh)
 If you'd be my bodyguard