A man talks down a mike
He says Why am I hard in the middle now?
Why am I hard in the middle?
The rest of my life is so soft
Hereís my wife and family
What if I dry here? Whoíll be my role model
Now that my role-model is
He snuck back down the alley
With some holy-moly little hatchet girl
In the wrong the wrong
There were presidents and accidents
There were prints and intuitions
If I catch you off your guard
You will be my falderal
I can call you Dubbya and Dubbya when you call me
You can call me Al - call me Al
A man speaks through a tube
Itís a tube in a lost world
Maybe itís the First World
Maybe itís his worst time around
He doesnít speak the language
He folds his currency
He is a model man
He is confounded by the sound the sound
Rattlers in the studio
Hangers-on and statisticians
He looks confounded confounded
He sees tinsel in the prison system
He says Hey man! and Gladterseeya!
If I catch you off your guard...
† † † † †[October 2000]