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 of 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.
Beer belly, beer belly
Get these mutts
away from me, you know
I don't find this stuff
amusing anymore
If you be my bodyguard
I can be your long
-lost pal
I can call you
Betty
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 oh 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 al ley with some roly -poly little bat -faced girl.
All along, along there were
incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations
If you would be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you daddy
And daddy when you call me
You can call me out
You call me out
I'm
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 language,
holds no currency
He is a foreign man,
he is surrounded by
And sound, sound, cattle in the marketplace,
scatterlings and orphanages.
He looks around, around,
he sees angels in the architecture,
spinning in in finity.
He says, amen, hallelujah,
if you would be my bodyguard,
I can be your long lost
pal.
I can call you
Betty,
Betty, when you call me,
call me out .
Call me
Na na na na
If you've got a bodyguard,
I can call the
police
If you'll be my bodyguard, I
can call on you,
if you'll be my bodyguard.