C# F#
Well I'm too old for girls and I'm too young for women
C#
I've looked all around and my hopes are a-dimming
G#7
I feel like a fish not allowed any swimming
C#
And it makes a fella mean
F#
To feel he's a part of the Lost Generation
C#
I feel like a choo-choo that can't find the station
G#7
I work like a dog with no recreation
C#
They call me Mr. In-Between
F#
Got a hotrod Chevy with a twin carburetor
C#
And I know a gal that's a real sharp tomater
G#7
And she's got a Daddy with a Caddy that'll date 'er
C#
You see what I mean
F#
Those sweet little things just set me a-drooling
C#
I'm too big for sodas and I'm too old for schooling
G#7
Too young for loving but I'm too old for fooling
C#
They call me Mr. In-Between
F#
I feel like a sailboat kept in a bottle
C#
I feel like an engineer that can't find the throttle
G#7
I'm too small to walk but I'm too big to toddle
C#
And Lordy I'm turning green
F#
To see all the men making time with the ladies
C#
The high school kids at the show with their babies
G#7
While I run around like a dog with the rabies
C#
They call me Mr. In-Between