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
D7
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
D7
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
D7
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
D7
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
D7
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
D7
While I run around like a dog with the rabies
G
They call me Mr. In-Between