You Can Call Me Al

A

man walks d

own

the street,

he says

why am I s

oft

in the middle now,

why

am I s

oft

in the middle,

the

rest of my l

ife

is so hard,

I

need a ph

oto-opportunity,

I

want a shot at red

emption,

dont

want to end up a c

artoon,

in a

cartoon gr

aveyard,

b

onedigger,

b

onedigger,

dogs

in the mo

onlight,

far

aw

ay

my w

ell-lit

d

oor,

Mr. B

eerbelly,

B

eerbelly,

g

et

these mutts aw

ay

from me,

you kn

ow

I don't f

ind

this stuff am

using

anym

ore.

If

youll be my b

odyguard

I

can be your l

ong

l

ost

p

al,

I

can call you B

etty,

and B

etty

when you c

all

me

you can c

all

me Al.

A

man walks d

own

the street,

he says

why am I s

hort

of attention,

got

a short l

ittle

span of attention,

and wo

my

nights a

re

so long,

wheres

my wif

e

and family,

what if

I die here

,

wholl

be my r

ole-model,

now tha

t

my role-m

odel

is

gone,

gone,

he duck

ed

back dow

n

the alley

with

some rol

y-poly

little

bat-faced

girl,

all

along, al

ong

there were inci

dents

and ac

cidents,

there were hints and allegations.

If

youll be my b

odyguard

I

can be your l

ong

l

ost

p

al,

I

can call you B

etty,

and B

etty

when you c

all

me

you can c

all

m

e

A

l.

call me

Al.

A

man walks d

own

the street,

its a s

treet

in a

strange

world,

maybe

its the

Third

World,

maybe i

ts

his firs

t

time around,

he

doesnt spe

ak

the language,

he hold

s

no curren

cy,

he

is a forei

gn

man,

he is s

urrounded

b

y

the

sound, th

e

sound,

cattle

in

the mark

etplace,

scatterlings

and

orphanages,

he

looks arou

nd,

around,

he sees

angels in

the

architecture,

spinning

in i

nfinity,

he says

Amen and H

allelujah!

If

youll be my b

odyguard

I

can be your l

ong

l

ost

p

al,

I

can call you B

etty,

and B

etty

when you c

all

me

you can c

all

me Al.