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