D G
Well I'm too old for girls and I'm too young for women
D
I've looked all around and my hopes are a-dimming
A7
I feel like a fish not allowed any swimming
D
And it makes a fella mean
G
To feel he's a part of the Lost Generation
D
I feel like a choo-choo that can't find the station
A7
I work like a dog with no recreation
D
They call me Mr. In-Between
G
Got a hotrod Chevy with a twin carburetor
D
And I know a gal that's a real sharp tomater
A7
And she's got a Daddy with a Caddy that'll date 'er
D
You see what I mean
G
Those sweet little things just set me a-drooling
D
I'm too big for sodas and I'm too old for schooling
A7
Too young for loving but I'm too old for fooling
D
They call me Mr. In-Between
G
I feel like a sailboat kept in a bottle
D
I feel like an engineer that can't find the throttle
A7
I'm too small to walk but I'm too big to toddle
D
And Lordy I'm turning green
G
To see all the men making time with the ladies
D
The high school kids at the show with their babies
A7
While I run around like a dog with the rabies
D
They call me Mr. In-Between