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