You Can Call Me Al - Live at Hyde Park, London, UK - July 2012

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, 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 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'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, sound
 Cattle in the marketplace
 Scatterlings and orphanages
 He looks around, around
 He sees angels in the architecture
 Spinning into 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, 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...