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Well I'm too old for girls and I'm too young for women
A#
I've looked all around and my hopes are a-dimming
F7
I feel like a fish not allowed any swimming
A#
And it makes a fella mean
D#
To feel he's a part of the Lost Generation
A#
I feel like a choo-choo that can't find the station
F7
I work like a dog with no recreation
A#
They call me Mr. In-Between
D#
Got a hotrod Chevy with a twin carburetor
A#
And I know a gal that's a real sharp tomater
F7
And she's got a Daddy with a Caddy that'll date 'er
A#
You see what I mean
D#
Those sweet little things just set me a-drooling
A#
I'm too big for sodas and I'm too old for schooling
F7
Too young for loving but I'm too old for fooling
A#
They call me Mr. In-Between
D#
I feel like a sailboat kept in a bottle
A#
I feel like an engineer that can't find the throttle
F7
I'm too small to walk but I'm too big to toddle
A#
And Lordy I'm turning green
D#
To see all the men making time with the ladies
A#
The high school kids at the show with their babies
F7
While I run around like a dog with the rabies
A#
They call me Mr. In-Between