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 dont 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 youll 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 wo my nights are so long wheres my wife and family what if I die here wholl 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 youll 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 its a street in a strange world maybe its the Third World maybe its his first time around he doesnt 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 youll be my bodyguard...