A D
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
E7
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
E7
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
E7
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
E7
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
E7
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
E7
While I run around like a dog with the rabies
A
They call me Mr. In-Between