You Can Call Me Al (Koloman & Waeldt Remix)

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

Don't wanna end up a cartoon in a cartoon graveyard"

Bone digger, bone digger

Dogs in the moonlight

Far away in 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

Uh, if you would 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, woah, 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, uh

Roly-poly little bat-faced girl

All along, along, there were incidents and accidents

There were hints and allegations

Uh, if you would 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

You can call me Al

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 the language

He holds no currency

He is a foreign man

He is surrounded by the sound, the sound (Ooh, ooh)

Of 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 you'd 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

You can call me

Na, na, na-na, na, na, na-na

Na, na, na-na, na, na, na-na, na-na

Na, na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na

Na, na, na-na, na, na, na-na-na

If you'll be my bodyguard (Ooh)

I can call you Betty (Ooh)

If you'll be my bodyguard

I can call you Betty

If you'll be my bodyguard