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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 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 Just a beer, a melty beer Gotta 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 alley with some roly-poly little bat-faced girl All along, along, there were incidents and accidents There were hints and allegations
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
Down the street, it's a street in a strange world
