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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."
I'm a bone-digger, bone-digger, dogs in the moonlight. Far away, my well-lit door. Just a beer, a belly, a beer. Gotta 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, 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 all 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, Betty, when you call me, you can call me Al.
It's a street in a strange world
